She would close her eyes and cry

Alone

crouched in a corner she weeps.

she shivers in her own sweat.

she's drenched by the fear breathing aside her daily.

trails of tears run down her cheeks onto her sheets.

darkened spots begin to show.

her inner beauty, shattered and stepped upon, refuse to glow.

in disguise she's "sweet ol Mrs smiley face".

To us.

swaying from side to side, her cat walk keeps cats talking.

keeping heads turning and minds deliberating.

she seems all too perfect...

her beauties skin deep...too deep, her scars are just as real.

its spring time and she never reveals her knees, she's ashamed by her daily routine of kneeling.

her melanin exposed only to where it wouldn't look suspicious.

she's wearing a buttoned up collar in the blazing heat.

wrinkles around her neck drawing attention away from her ruminative eyes.

darkened thoughts are put on view for all to witness.

attempts at covering up are foiled by her urgency to be quick.

She...

smearing lipstick with shaky hands.

she depicts tragedies.

the joker smile she wants us to see.

the blue eyes she tries to cover up.

and why?

"I don't want to make a habit of falling down the stairs"