The teardrops run down,
And fall down her cheeks,
She cries in dark corners,
Where nobody goes,
You can follow the tracks,
From her eyes to chin,
Year to year,
She lets them win,
Hidden under her clothes,
Are the scars she hides,
A roadmap to her despair,
That nobody knows,
Her smile is painted,
Her behavior is fake,
She is a master of disguise,
And you can know it all,
By just looking into her eyes.

-Sp