What Once Was


She's not fine,
despite the white lies
she spits at anyone who questions.
And it hurts,
to see her hurt.
I, and I alone
could detect her hidden pain
behind a beautifully practiced
plastered smile.
For I have seen every emotion
in those honey gold orbs.
She was broken,
she still is.
So she is not fine
despite all her lies.

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