The pain stings and seeps over her iris
As her smile brightens up her face
And erases any sort of proof
That she were on the brink of hate.

No one questions when she is settled
Safe with no harm
But it takes just an outburst
To disrupt this calm.

Red and blue lights shine like before
She has the knowledge 
That she is on the brink of another psych ward.

So, she flattens her face and wipes her eyes.
Starts covering up that hate
That hate that suddenly appears

As the police approach and ask what the problem is tonight...
She makes up a another story straight out of spite.