Her eyes

the teardrops run down
 and fall off her nose
she cries in dark corners
where nobody goes
you can follow the tracks
from her eyes to her chin
years upon years
of letting them win
and her eyes tell a story
of anger and pain
you think that she's happy
but just look again
and the scars of her past
hidden under her clothes
are a roadmap to places
that nobody knows ...

her smile is so now painted
she's a master of disguise
and you can see it all

just look into her eyes....