portrait

she's happy and she can't explain why
she walks the halls with her eyes always changing
she is the only one who wants to be sad
at least she'd know what the hell she is feeling

she goes home and she writes her stupid poems
fragile love and angels all around her
she puts her pen down and hides under her covers
her failure and her innocence surrounds her

she is empty and she can't explain why
she walks around with a smile always fading
she is the only one that she understands
she can't discover what it is that needs changing