She was hurt, very, very hurt,
but she kept it all inside herself,
looking at her, one could never tell,
unless one manages to see,
those silent teardrops that fell

For she was good at disguising,
keeping all her emotions hidden,
and all the sadness within,
for weeks and months and years,
until she finally passed away,
finally freed of all her fears

And still, looking at her,
one could never tell, all the,
suffering that she had had,
she had not even one close friend,
that she could confide in,
while that tiny smile of loneliness,
she carried till the very end