Dancing in the Shadows

Because she won't ever tell you, you don't try enough to hear the silence.

Or see through the face she puts up every day, just so you'll never see her cry.

So you'll never know the truth.

So she won't be perceived as a shadow,

forever flickering on the wall of Plato's cave.

Happily ever after is so once upon a time.

She's worth more. At least that's what she pretends. It's a great game of deception, you see.

Or maybe you don't.

You wouldn't understand.

Swallowing her pride; biting her tongue; suppressing the pain.

Nothing penetrates her lies.