Nobody ever sees,
Nobody even knows.
The pains she's feeling inside,
The emotions she hides behind her laughter,
The sadness in her eyes.
Or the thoughts slowly tearing her apart...

Trying to push it all away with company,
It never goes.
It keeps flashing from that corner it colonised in her head,
And resurfaces with more turmoil the second she's alone.

Nobody cares to notice,
Nobody cares to ask.
She's dying with a smile,
And they think she has no worries.
She has camouflaged it all from them.
And it seems to be the only thing working well.

That's how it has been ,
That's how it has been going.
A walking dynamite,
Made of emotions ready to explode.

The silent screams are loud and deafening,
They're coming from the broken her within,
That left her weak and vulnerable,
And made her cry herself to sleep at night.

That's how it has been going.
Cries at night
And smiles in the day.
Still, no one has looked through the facade.
And no one can see through it.

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