Not Satisfied

Upon her face lies,
A wan vague expression
Behind doors she hides,
Feelings of deception

A smile she portrays,
To object a question
"Hey, Are you okay,"
She gives affirmation
Her eyes are opaque,
From tears of emotion

Her sob of lament,
For love's altercation
Her crushed hearts consent,
Gets no consolation

It is in her head,
"need compensation"
She should just be dead,
For her satisfaction