sad eyes </3

The teardrops run down,
And fall from her nose,
She cries for hours in dark corners,
Where not a soul would think to go,
You can see the tracks of tears running down her chin,
For years upon years,
She grew beyond tired of letting them win,
Her eyes told a story,
Much darker than this,
More pain and more anger, more sorrow and more scars.
Her smile is forever painted,
Shes a master of disguise,
And you could see it all if you looked into her eyes.

~J.B