She won’t show her melancholy, it’s just
not something she can share or thinks he would
understand. Personal pain is just that
slice of her life she’d rather keep private.

Rather than her heart, she wears happiness
on her sleeve, a guise that fools everyone
and no one at the same time. Her laughter,
gloriously light, rings out loud and clear.
Her smile, crooked and bewitching, rests
just below her eyes – as a distraction.

To the casual observer, she’s found
life is an experience to be lived
in its fullest, passionate potential;
to eyes who know, her life’s less than perfect.