• "She has no problems," one might say
    Grinning and happy; always getting her way
    Going about life with an unending smile
    Compared to an indestructible bathroom tile

    She sits on the cold metal chair
    Seeming to never consider how she'll fare
    As another's name is called out, not hers
    Her smile flickers, her eyes breathe a curse

    In a moment, she's back to smiling
    The pain shoved inside, forever, piling
    Back to normal, weakness hidden
    Her smile faltered? You must be kiddin’

    Silently in her room, the tears fall
    Her posture slumped, not strong and tall
    You would never guess that she COULD cry
    Always wearing that smile; a dirty lie