her tears are real

a million miles an hour she talks

hearty laughter can be heard

all around the hood.

the stories she tells are so hilarious

makes you forget what's out there

coz in here with her, the world disappears. 

she's always there for joes and janes

consoles, cajoles, make them smile

make them feel life's awesome and more.

busy as a bee she works

hobbies galore, schedules are full

friends abound and easy to meet.

then darkness comes

she's afraid of the night.

not of the dark mind you.

but the nights that make her alone

 make her lonely and all.

what can she do?

suddenly no one's in sight

coldness envelopes her

frightening realization from her soul.

yes. she's weak. as everyone else

but not anyone thinks that way

of her.

she's a pillar. a foundation. a wall to lean on.

oh no she can't cry.

no one must know.

and yet. she does.

the wail that no one can hear goes out freely.

sobs like a wounded child.

tears are flowing now. abundantly.

pain inside pours out.

yes. her tears are real.