Her smile

She always walked the same street,
With the same smile,
Holding a bouquet of flower,
The fresh lilies were just like her,
Pure and beautiful.
Her smile was very bright,
Like it was natural,
But no one knew what she was hiding,
Her most painful past maybe,
Or some memories that was killing her every moment.
Her smile was like an armor that protected her,
The armor that hid away her every pain,
No one ever knew what she was suffering,
No one ever knew what she was going through,
Until the news of her dead startled every one.
Only that day a revelation hit me,
And only after that day I realized
How a person with greatest pain smiles the most,
No matter how beautifully she smiled her past still killed her,
Her innumerable pain still tortured her but
No one ever understood her
Until I saw her death body and
Saw the familiar face that I realized
That it was actually me who was lying there,
I saw everyone crying and regretting,
And maybe it was the day where I felt people cared about me
But maybe the care came too late or I was too far……