Who Is She?

The teardrops run down

And then they fall

Right off of her nose

And she also cries

In all of those dark corners

Where nobody really goes.

But you could follow 

Each and every single crack

From the poor child's eyes

All of the way down to her little chin,

Hidden beyond those little cracks, 

If you try really hard

Then you will most likely be able to see

All of the years and years

Of letting unworthy people win

So her eyes eventually 

Tell a meaningful story -

Of both anger and also of pain.

You might think that 

The girl is very happy,

But just look one more time

And the scars of her past

Are hidden beneath her clothes

And a road map to all

Of the places that nobody knows.

Her smile is now painted,

She is a master of disguise.

And you can see it all -

If you would just look into her eyes.