They watch her with fierce intensity.
Waiting for the break but now it's been so long she only feels an ache.
She's crying inside but its the pain she tries so hard to hide.
A smile, plastered on.
It ain't real it's fake.
It's her mask, her escape.
She's barely holding on to that little string of faith.
She hums lightly in her head, easing the pain she feels inside.
They watch the show waiting for her end, but they don't know how strong she really is within.
Her smiles weak it unrealistic. They know.
The reality of a smile is never really the same.
She's different, foreign to their ways.
She hides the pain, dances away and looks forward to a brighter day.
