There you stand. Nice and tall.
Brown hair, with blond highlights.
Green eyes, pale skin. Well done bit of
make-up. Wonderful sense of style.
How can you stand this pain? I know
you can feel it. I see it, your eyes give it away.

The way you smile. Makes me smile slightly
to myself. I know your okay right now. Not pain.
No hurt. No tears. Your voice is so familiar, sometimes
I still hear it in my head. Like a broken record.

The way you look at me that day. Told me you were
just trying to get threw with a smile. Not trying to
worry us. I knew what you were doing. How can you
stand it? Aren't you dieing to scream out for help?

How can I stand here while your in pain? You've helped
me before so why can't I help you. Am I afraid I'll break
you even more?

And there you stand like a solider, only slightly sloched over.
With a smile a cross your face. Your eyes are brighter. They
don't call out pain anymore. They just say, I'm finally fine.
I smiled at you as you turned around, and walked off.