Tears that burn like acid rain,
Suspended from her lashes,
Defiant webs of dripping pain,
Drown pallid cheeks in slashes.
Crumpled parchment paper skin,
With signs of use and year,
Countenance some found beauty in,
The only witness to her fear.
Bitterness roots in a heart of snow,
Angry memories burn in piles,
If you sat and talked you'd never know,
She dies every time she smiles.