She looked so happy though she might
End up crying while she writes;
Endeavors to avert her eyes,
For she's afraid of saying goodbye.
She might look happy outside
Yet her thoughts always collide;
Reminisced how she's hurt before
By the love she had always adore.
Everything seems irrational;
Even the love felt surreal;
Therefore she's weeping in despair;
Enduring the pain she can't bear.
And again she will hoax your mind;
Words of disguise you'll try to find;
Surrealism that'll mislead to,
Confusion of her and so are you.