Candid Heartstrings

Unnamed Poem Cause, Idk

This poem is a result of my imagination of fake scenarios I might use as an author
I don't even call this a poem. I don't know what this is, but enjoy

He stood there, watching
As she buckled and bent
But never broke
How she smiled through the pain
But never cursed
How she went overboard to make others happy
Masking her own sadness 
How she tried to make others feel comfortable around her
While she felt a need to belong
She wouldn't brace her sadness
Rather distract herself that it was pitiful to look at
Always in the crowd, Always smiling a bright one
A Perfect smile, is what tells you the person is faking it
Talking too much, giggling more than usual
A queer way, really
To see when someone has something to avoid
The heights they would attain to hide
He just stood there, with a sigh 
As she chatted away 'happily' 
Without even once breaking a smile
Always on show
Always besides someone
Afraid of her own thoughts, Afraid to be left alone with her shattered emotions
She used people around her to heal as time passed by
Sprouting Nonsense from time to time
She would glance his way at times, 
Knowing that his piercing eyes, saw what she hides
But all she gave him was a cryptic smile
Looking down at the floor, before moving on with others
A part of her was glad he was there
Even though they were strangers,
They secretly found comfort in other's presence
She would be glad that someone noticed her sadness, yet wasn't sympathetic. 
It filled her with strength to move on
He would be glad he wasn't invisible
That someone would look their way, and smile like they mean it
Her smiles around him wasn't the same as around others
She didn't show her facades smile
Words were never spoken
But the eyes communicate
The Lips showed their inner self
While the feelings formed the understanding and the bond