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.
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