How many times did she shed tears while everyone was unaware
How many times did she flinched in dark and it made her scare
How everyone saw the bright smile and not the glossy tears
How everyone couldn't see when she didn't talk about her fears
When did the real smile got replaced with a happy mask
What was written on the scars hidden that did not bask
There was an "it's okay" for every cry
There contained a fear in her eye
No one cared about the kid inside that tries hard to be happy
How it laughs on the silliest matter to again get sappy
How did she hid it so well
How in the hell did she dwell
How was she full of kindness when treated with blade
How did the rage and scars did not made a devil invade
I guess we will never be able to know
Like the scars, she will never show.

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