Hidden Pains Poem by John Florio

The tear-drops fall off her nose,
when she finds herself alone,
She cries out where nobody goes,
her feelings remain unknown.

But her wet eyes tell me a story,
of being in solitude and pain;
I can read her eyes, and memory,
glares inside again and again.

Never shows the scars of her past,
hidden under the thin clothes;
The ​artificial smiles often overcast,
her pains that nobody knows.

But do not think that she's happy,
just look again into her eyes;
Broken to pieces, looks so snappy,
she's now a master of disguise.