Lone Soul

At the end of the day, 

She washed her face,

Removed that fake smile,

And fastened herself to her own little space.

Pressing her head beneath the pillow,

She wept for the entire night,

Her mind was just a blank page,

And couldn't figure out the difference between wrong and right.

And the sun rose again,

Forcing her to get up from the bed,

Asking her to face the world,

Greet everyone with a smile full of blood.

There she stands again,

Wearing the fake smile again,

Giving everyone her company,

And pretending to be all ok again.

Yes, there she stands like a clown!!!

Making everyone happy,

Giving everyone company,

And sharing millions of smiles.

Yet lonely for herself.