Hidden Pains

The tear-drops fall off her nose, when she finds herself alone, She cries out where nobody goes, her feelings remain unknown. But her wet eyes tell me a story, of being in solitude and pain; I can read her eyes, and memory, glares inside again and again. Never shows the scars of her past, hidden under the thin clothes; The ?artificial smiles often overcast, her pains that nobody knows. But do not think that she's happy, just look again into her eyes; Broken to pieces, looks so snappy, she's now a master of disguise.