Shadowed Sparkle

T’s crossed with her soul, her tears dot the I’s.

A girl with passion but shy.

At home in the corner,

The darkness her spy.

Watching and listening,

The room moves left and right.

Sketching the laughter,

Writing the night.

A powerful insight,

Her eyes pierce the cover.

The angst and the sadness,

They never show one another.

She hears jokes and laughter,

Sees smiles and bodies dancing.

Her work will show a different scene,

A lie that is slowly crashing.

But all the while they will never know,

That their façade is plain to see.

For if they knew it was all a lie,

They will move to the corner with me.