Cotton candy girl

I've seen this one peculiar girl. In all honesty, she's a honeyed liar, Hiding something rotten behind a stray hair curl, Looking into her eyes, there is no fire -in her heart, she seems to be broken, Stuck in a cycle of pain and waves of terror, Everyone else except her grew to be outspoken, Yet her, with a rosy facade, can't make such error.

She reminds one of vanilla cotton candy -sugary, addictive, empty, a puffy cloud, Like an angel, her presence might come in handy, However, she's a sparkle, she never gets loud. Being lovely like a swirl of sugar sand, She rarely ever melts like chocolate creme. Still, in her head, she's thinking about rebrand, While as for now, that sounds more like a dream.