She's smiling on the outside,
But that doesn’t mean that she’s not frowning on the inside.
She’s laughing on the outside,
But it doesn’t mean that she’s not crying on the inside.
Behind her eyes is a hidden waterfall,
Waiting to burst tears at any moment.
Her smile is as fake as a childhood fantasy,
She paints it on just to make other people happy.
Her heart is a cold stone,
It learned not to feel anymore.
The teardrops on her pillow mock her,
Saying “get ahold of yourself, fool.”
