Disguise…

The teardrops run down

And fall off her nose

She cries in dark corners were

nobody goes.

You can follow her tracks

from her eyes to her chin,

Years upon years of letting them win.

And her eyes tell a story

of anger and pain.

You think that’s she’s happy

but just look again.

And the scars in her past

hidden under her clothes

are a roadmap to places that nobody knows.

Her smile is now painted,

shes a master of disguise,

And you can see it all

just look into her eyes.