Only Blissful on the Facade

A woman takes off darting one way
It’s the wrong way
She stops, she knows it’s not the
Direction she ought to have gone
How can she ever be assured
Why is every passage she chooses so foggy
Stop thinking lady,
Stop making all those damn excuses
It’s raining in her mind
Turbulence making her thoughts whip around
She can’t find her dreams
Salt from her eyes have washed them away
There is a storm going on
Behind those eyes no one can see
strangers fall for the smile and musings
on her superficial shell
Few ever recognize all the facets
That aren’t projected
Her own dark shadows follow her
She tries camouflage to hide
But no one can hide from shadows
She cries, hands on her face
No one notices the anguish
Of The lady crying on the steps
out of everyone’s view
Even though she is surrounded
She knows upset better than ease
Accustomed to anger more than delight
She’s not as beautiful within
Only blissful on the façade
tenderness of the spirit isn’t alluring