Shatter

In my eyes, I'm told there can only be joy-
Only the glitter of happiness, behind sparkling frames.
My smile it shines,
With the apples of my cheeks
Glowing.

But no one ever thought that maybe,
Just maybe,
They might glitter with un-shed tears;
That frames only hide a picture
Of sunken eyes,
Weary and without sleep.

That a smile so shiny and crystal,
Can only be made of glass, waiting to shatter.