Underneath a cheerful facade

Lies the soul of a wounded soldier.

Underneath a petty smile,

Tears roll down her cheeks.

Underneath her laugh,

She is crying.

And under all her living,

She is dying.

Underneath her sleeves

Are arms that have seen many wounds.

From people who have clipped her wings,

They'll end up clipping her soon.

Underneath her bubbling joy,

Is a heart that aches and burns.

Underneath her good-girl style,

Is a girl..longing to breakaway.

Underneath her happiness,

She is sad.

Underneath the good,

There is bad.