She appears to have.. sadness without an apparent meaning
An onlooker or two wouldn’t know the difference
Between a smile faked or a genuine one
Between a mile take without a good run

A change is hard to detect
And a compliment harder to deflect

Every hour is very much tough  
When thoughts pile and flood

It’s too much ruminating
Things such as hesitating

Clog up every single vein
Makes it hard to stay sane

It’s called anxiety
Don’t you see?