There is sadness to her happiness, behind her every smile there’s a tear. She’d welcome you into her heart but there is so much pain in there; no more can she bear. She projects joy and cheer because that’s what we all want to see and hear but sometimes in privates she weeps. Conceal her ills she will, protecting the rawness of her deep hurts. She emerges again with a grin above her chin because that last thing she wants to do is bring you down. For she knows if she waddles in self pity and despair in her depression she might drown.