To see her walk upon the street,
A happy soul, you�d say.
You see her smile, this mask she wears,
Perfect, set in every way.
Her eyes they shine, as from inside,
Sunshine tints her laughter.
But when alone, the mask it fades,
No-one sees within, thereafter.
This empty soul, this heartless void,
Knows nought of love or passion.
She sits alone within her room,
No smile, no joy, dispassion.
She sits and stares off into space,
Alone there with her thoughts.
Enabled now, to see therein,
You�d see that there was nought.
This desolate place that is her mind,
Once enchanting to behold.
By tragedy touched, left devastated,
Empty, hollow, cold.
She moves through life from day to day,
Wearing her perfect mask.
I hope somewhere, she lives a life,
And in light and love she basks.
Copyright Dreambeliver 2001
