You can't tell
Not by the way she wears her hair
Not by her clothes
Not even by her consistent smile
It's in the bags under her eyes
It's in the moments she gets lost in her made-up world
It's in the way she stands, sits, walks
It's in her breath before walking through the door
It's in her sigh once she's finally alone
It's in her voice when she decides to open up
So until someone makes an effort
No
You can't tell
