For days again she wept those tears,
she has to bear all, no matter what comes to tear
her apart, no matter how hurdles may bend her down
yet one cannot see on her face, a meagre frown
for she knows no one will award her the crown,
the truth of life, she knows, but for how long,
will she have to shut her mouth, bear insecurities, deeds so wrong?
Or is it because she knows to, and then, pretends never to care,
while we think shes happy with whosoever she is,
never do we want to realise she is a liar,
a liar of emotions, who we leave upon,
we think she's a winning soul, she again won!
But did she? Or for how log, will she have to hide those frown
behind what we see, the big smile like the clown,
Do we think she doesn't have the skin to feel
or whatever she feels, ain't a great big deal?
She cries, I have seen her cry, looking at herself in the mirror,
it's unbelievable how she smiles at it when we behold-
her acts of pretence are marvellous,
applauds to her who hides it all never leaving a hint
she knows we won't care, and then when all alone, she cries,
to her hearts fill,
sje cries, and wails,
about what she loves but what she's got,
yet then when she hears a knock, she stands up,
rubs those cascades, and pens the door, wearing a fake smile again
We try to find out, what's the matter,
but yet again, all goes in vain.
