Bright Center and Dark Edges

She was the bright sunshine,
in the lives of many sad souls.
But she was neither yours nor mine;
she belonged to a facade of control.
Her beauty was in her words,
but eloquence evaded her tongue.
Her smiles were like painted birds-
always flying; never perched, never sung.
Existing only at the center,
she fades around the edges,
which, to non-existence, tether.
Among people she builds bridges.
Inside her own, she is destruction abound;
inside her soul, nothing but self hate is found.