she draws a silver lining around the gray cloud that is sometimes life
takes a breath, closes her eyes, counts to ten, (maybe fifteen),
and when her eyes open everything is alright.
she brushes makeup across her cheekbones
glosses her lips and suddenly the hurt is gone
she doesnt fight fair, she'll glare, flip her hair,
and touch a place in your heart thats abondoned and dark
she's flash a smile, singing - "ill see you in a while"
while your at home laying in bed
she's at home crying instead, dying instead
trying to grin when she's eroding within.