The Common yet Misinterpreted Life

Most days her emotions are easily hidden on her blank face.
But not today.
Today her pain is evident in the crease of her dark brow and the downwards curve of her abused lips,
And her eyes, her eyes show her soul.
They are a deep pool of restless jade and mahogany, an ocean of hopeless, constant grief and anger.
While guilt and regret mark her with a bent head and a downcast stare, a dark curtain of hair shields her from the confusing, wondrous world she feels she does not deserve. 
To prevent tears, she concentrates on the forbidden emotion, anger.
She pinpoints the rage -her inner strength-
To keep the tears from pouring down her pale face.
She drowns herself in anger to keep the sadness from destroying her,
And only then, in the presence of her agony, can she resight her rule quietly, 
"To cry and to love are one-in-the-same, to commit either is to invite vulnerability and weakness into your life."
Then she pulls herself together, forms an easy, seemingly perfect but utterly artificial smile on her lips, 
Before walking out the door to greet the world with sweet happiness.

This common yet misinterpreted life is her life,
It is nothing to be ashamed by, 
Nothing to be awed at, 
It is merely factual,
And shockingly honest.