She stands there, back straight head high, surrounded by
people.
The conversion flows, someone laughs silently. At first
glance I think she's happy but sometimes the conversion
flatters, and in those moments of silence her soul reveal
itself.
The sad eyes betray the smile.
Only for a second I truly see her, only for a second. And
then the mask returns.
Our eyes met and she knows I know her secret, her gaze
trapped me.
So much tenderness, so much pain. I know she'll never hurt
me.
She looks away, unable to bear the mirror in my eyes.