The tear drops run down,
And fall off her nose.
She cries in dark corners,
Where nobody goes.
You can follow the tracks,
From her eyes to her chins,
Years upon years
Of letting them win.
And her eyes tell a story,
Of anger and pain.
You think she is happy,
But look again.
And the scars of her past,
Hidden unde her clothes,
Are a roadmap to places,
That nobody knows.
Her smile is now painted,
And she is a master of disguise.
You can see it all,
Just look into her eyes.
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