Her reflection only shows a figure,

But her diary reflects much more.

 

There you see her

With a smile, and looking serene...

 

But on the contrary; she is doleful;

To call her depressed wouldn't be correct,

But dejected and wounded.

 

With a soul so damaged,

With a heart so shattered,

She stands strong:

 

Patiently waiting

For her nightmares to end.

 

Sadly she fears

That days will stretch longer;

nights even further

and her misery will continue

because even if she turns her pillow,

her dreams turn Evil.

 

I am the only one who knows of this;

As she walks down the halls

She wears a smile,

but carries her feelings on paper.

 

I know her all too well

I've seen her dwell in pain,

With tears on her cheeks-

 

the reflection only shows a figure

But if you look closely;

My eyes hide much more.