When she smiles...

She smiles, she cries
She dances and prances


Seems like she's happy go lucky
Taking everything in stride
When all the while, crumbling inside.


She looks out and watches the world pass by
Day in, day out
As she watches her life unravel...


Her mystery, her history
Seems to be hidden away
from the untrained eye...


If only you could glimpse inside,
Catch a smile or gaze into her soul
Through her eyes


Maybe then you'd see her solitary confinement
Maybe then you'd see her for her.


For the first time you'd see her,
Share her story, see her unshed tears buried within her.


You don't know her inner struggles
You'd never see her pain but
You'd see her geity, her regal and poise...


You'd watch her and think: She's got it made...
Maybe you wish to trade places with her,
Maybe...


You'll never know


All you'd see is the impression of her and
like fool hardy you'd judge her accordingly
and conclude that this is she;


The girl that smiles all the time.
Just for you...


To brighten your day,
She will look at you and then
She'll smile...




Written by: Rachael N. Collymore
© 2010