About a girl I met thrice

Quaint silent confidence
Paints her face heavy
Like a clown mask
But I don’t laugh
I just keep quite
And stare
In a corner over there is
A false face in her false grace
A princess of ants
And young boys who prance
A lovely loser that covers cuts and bruises
In pathetic ways so you see and don’t say
Just so you worry and want
This princess of ants