Her body fighting the furious winter.
She knows it’s not the time,
But she still wears those dresses.
People see her as the happy one,
But I see her as the mysterious one.
She thinks she can hide it with her pretty dresses and her cute makeup.
She thinks people won’t notice,
But when they do, they see the unknown.
Her smile seems like a mask.
Her clothes look like a picture printed on her pale body.
Her eyes show the sadness inside.
They reveal the need of someone.
Under the mask are her dry lips that keep a smile to make others smile,
But deep inside, she knows she needs something that no one can give her.