Master of Disguise
She smiles. She laughs.
She aches. She cries.
No one sees the pain behind her eyes, she's become a master of disguise.
The birth of her heart lies in a hospital bed, waiting to be pronounced dead.
Pale Death waits for none, and mourns not a single one.
She fights and cries alone inside, all the while having no one to confide.
She pleads with God, and Death to spare the life within the sterile walls, but neither hear her calls.
She sits and waits to hear the news, with a smile, she's seen the clues.
Already said her goodbyes.
She's become a master of disguise.