This Girl

Her smile is a grimace.
Her laugh is a facade.
Her eyes hold tears.
Her heart full of fears.

She smiles under the sun,
Yet weeps under the moon.
Laughs with her friends,
Screams all alone.

No one sees her cry.
No one notices her lies.
No one sees the pain in her eyes.
For she constantly cries.

She is running,
100 miles per hour,
In the wrong direction.

Does anybody hear her weep?
Does anybody see her pain?