Behind The Filters
It's like the doors are all shut.
The girl who is always laughing.
The one who has a smile painted on her face.
Is she really happy?
Friends, acquaintances, enemies.
Does she even have those?
A mystery in her own way,
Never barks off orders,
Appears to be happy,
Is she really happy?
Her smile.
Her natural red hair.
Her crooked teeth.
The way the light flashes on her blue eyes.
All priceless.
An attitude.
A personality.
Anyone would wish for it all.
Is she really happy?
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