Her eyes were laced,
Laced with pure gold,
Shimmering in the moonlight rays,
So elegantly beauteous in the night,
Her smile shined,
Shined brighter than all the stars in the sky above,
Seeming so real,
Yet it was painted on by an angel,
An angel who wished to hide the demons,
The demons within her,
Her voice hints of mischievous,
Of uncertainty and of mystery,
So soft,
Yet so cracked,
Her thoughts blackened of smoke,
Smoke that poisoned her every waking thought,
Smoke that was so lethal,
So suffocating,
She couldn't take a breath,
Yet those demons,
And those angels,
Hide in the darkness beneath,
Her eyelashes were lengthy,
They blinked in the rhythm of her,
They fluttered as she blinked at me,
As the daylight swooshed in,
The light of honesty showed,
Her eyes no longer laced with gold,
Now they were purely dark,
Purely dull, no shimmer to be seen,
Her smile had washed away,
Her cracked frown now prominent,
Prominent on her exhausted face,
Her voice was full of anxiety,
Hoarse from the fight she's giving,
Soft, yet dark,
Her thoughts were as silent as she,
As silent as she wished to be,
For the pain overtook her,
Held her entire life hostage,
Her mind was the prison,
And she was the inmate,
Paying for the guilt she lived in,
Every second of every day,
Costing her the privilege,
The privilege of happiness,
And so,
In the moonlight,
Try and look harder,
For you may see the pain.