I see her everyday,
I talk to her everyday.

I see her everyday, yet she feels like a complete stranger. She's always smiling, yet I sense the sadness in her smile.
She always says she's okay, but I hear the sadness in her voice. Her eyes, the gateway to her soul.
Her soul, filled with little creatures ******* away her happiness.
She's had these bugs for years, yet I haven't noticed them at all.
I have known her for many years, yet I don't know her at all.