So she fakes that quiet little smile again,
Tears fold over her bright blue eyes,
But she won't let him see.
Gone on about her days...
The minutes slow & silence takes over,
She can hear everything.
The fight re-plays inside her mind.
Every word,
Every emotion.
She feels the swears sting her body.
She closes the door softly behind her.
Lefting standing, alone.
Just trying to forget but she cannot pretend.
Not anymore.
She falls to the ground in tears.
The cold, clear tears she has not once cried...
Her reflection stares back into blood-shot focus.
Everything seems so tough now.
It used to be so simple.
There's nothing she can do.
She'll just continue going on about her day,
Walking the hallways as if nothing was wrong.
Hoping,
Praying,
No one will ask if she's okay.
It's just a reminder that she is not.
Nothing is wrong. Nothing is wrong.
She's shy. She is not alone.
But that is how she feels...
Nobody can see her,
Nobody can feel her,
She's just another passing shawdow...
Who fakes the same little smile,
Each and every day
