depressed.

She smiles with all that she has left, yet tears are left un-dried.   And though she's got so much to say, she bottles it up inside.  If you look past her broken eyes to a shadow no one sees, a disguise so you won't recognize, the girl is really me...

 I'm going to smile...and make everyone thinks I'm happy...I'm going to laugh...so everyone don't see me cry...and even if it kills...I'm going to smile and smile.