Facade

Who would have guessed what was going on behind her mask?

Bubbly,

that's what they'd call her.

Always full of joy.

Smiley,

that's who she is.

Warmth radiating from her grin.

Friendly,

Always looking for a friend.

She's always there to help,

but yet I've never seen her

ask for anything-

nothing in return.

Bravely;

That's how she smiles.

To be able to hide away

all the suffering she's seen.

To be able to lock away,

every single silent scream.

Carefully,

she does everything.

Thinking about every word,

smile,

or motion.

Secretly,

she cries.

Not daring to let us see.

She doesn't want to show weakness,

not in front of me.

Caringly

she waits.

Holding all the weights.

Her friends,

her family,

everyone she meets.

We pile all our burdens,

carelessly on her.

Daringly,

She nods.

Repeating the same line.

Endearingly

She lies,

thinking about our eyes.

"I'm fine,

Really. Don't worry about me."

Through all her efforts

we stare,

thinking there is something off.

Little do we know,

Miss Sunshine died inside;

no one was even there to care.