They never knew why
she wrote all the time.
Or why she'd listen to piano music all night.
Or why she'd never let anyone she her cry.
Or smile.
Or why she'd run outside
in the middle of the night
just to look at the moon and smile.
Or why she'd sit outside on a warm summer night and smoke
for awhile.
They never questioned her sad eyes
because they all heard her rehearsed lies.
They never knew that with her happiness she faked it
but the thing that she never knew was is she was going to make it.