This is a photograph of you,

and people ask:

"why is there so much pain?"

How do they know...

just by seeing your face 

that you feel

anger,

sadness,

confusion, 

and alone.

To think it is all hidden with one smile.

But in your weary eyes

they do see

the truth; the pain.

How do I know?

Because that girl...

In that photograph...

She is me.