There’s a sadness in her eyes.

Not the kind that cries out

but lies quiet.

Burning with passion unfulfilled,

and sorrow unspoken.

Alone she cries softly.

Her tears, no longer able

to withstand the pressure behind walls

so carefully constructed

to keep them inside.

She breaks.

Softly though.

No one notices behind her laughter.

Behind her ****** statements

and flamboyant nature

No one sees.

She hides the destitution she fights not to feel.

But alone…

The quiet atrophy of her soul,

the silent declarations of her loneliness,

the unlived joys that may never be realized,

all become too much, and she weeps.

But all that’s revealed, is a distant sadness behind smiling eyes,

that still twinkle amidst her laughter.