With a smile on her face
She sits in a corner, sunlight filling the space that surrounds her, silently watching the faces blur past, like apparitions in a crowd. These people always looking in but not a soul knows who she really is. She sets a smile on her face, trying not to seem out of place.
Saying nothing, she quietly waits for something beyond her reach, always pining over the unattainable. Trying only to lean upon herself for the support that she needs, she can feel the pressure closing in. All-the-while, still smiling on the outside, acting as if nothing is wrong.
She shows no-one who she really is, how she really feels, or what she really thinks, afraid to show any true emotions. Hiding behind a brilliant smile, she puts up an invisible wall, never letting anyone past.
