18. Photograph.

A young woman.
Red curls.
Pale skin.
Green eyes.
Innocent smile.
An ordinary girl.
With an unexpected story.

Her smile,
on her red lips,
doesn't reach her eyes.
Eyes that have shed many tears.
Hiding in her bedroom.

The look on her eyes.
Uncomfortable
with being looked at.

This girl,
she hides.
She makes herself invisible.
You took her picture,
like you took her whole life.

The one she is hiding for is you.
The one she is crying for is you.
But like you don't see her.
You don't see this.
Not even on her picture.