Despite all the chaos,
She puts up a smile,
hidden in her pathos,
alone for a while.

She has had enough,
fighting with her inner self,
all she does is laugh,
hoping everyone else is deaf.

Aiming at her is an arrow,
made of pitch dark metal,
all she feels right now is sorrow,
all she needs is someone gentle.

That smile is hiding
as much pain
away she is sliding
out of that long chain.

All she need is someone
to be by her side
his shoulders to put her head on
whenever she feels like to hide.

Beneath that glorious smile
lies a face no one's ever seen
she's held on for a while
waiting for him, unseen.

-Lily