She doesn't know if anyone notices That it shows in her face. It was different then as it is now; The damage tucked in the angles of her face- In the shadows, in the light, beneath her eyes...
She could feel it changing The way her laugh has suddenly become A mechanism to not make her happy, But others happy. To push away the questions that would Come crawling from concered hearts From the thunder storm hanging Above her head.
They aren't concerned for her being, They're concerned for their curiosity.
Her smile used to reach her eyes, Now it doesn't even reach her heart. The path that connected emotions To features was destroyed in the storm. Like nature, it's going to take a while to recover. And even when it does, It will never be the same.
Just like her. She won't ever be the same with every passing storm. Every smile will be struck with lightening at night. Every laugh will be drowned with the pouring rain