She stands beautifully disguised,
Exhaling invisible pain.
Covers herself with shallow warmth,
quiet, proud, and brave.

She looks around her,
Laughter and smiles passing her by,
Holds to her secret tightly
As the existing light starts fading.

The dreaded moment arrives.
Inner cold escapes in the form of tears.
And she silently screams:
"Don't you know I'm hurting?!"

But they'll never listen.
Her pride won't let her speak,
She'll end up unnoticed,
forgotten, unloved, alone.