Ultimately concealed
She believes herself to be
But I notice her
And her clipped wings
She never smiles
Not even one single grin
As if to raise her lips upward
Is something of a sickening sin
Never showing her teeth
I assume to be fluorescent white
Never releasing a melodic giggle
Including any minuscule slight
Worship would radiate off my limbs
To view a sly smirk
Only if
It fell from her
Yet she never ceases
To nonverbally refuse
Likely because she views this a game
One she can't bear to lose
I wish to lift my prints to her hollow cheeks
But I force myself to refrain
Because of the gut wrenching thought
If her smile only carries more pain
