The Look of the Outside

What is it about
A certain look
That doesn’t make
One wonder
What’s truly happening

On the inside?

Is it the
Plainly seen
Innocence?
Its frailty?

It’s the look
That screams:
“Save me
From this prison”

The pleas are ignored

Can’t they see
The obvious pain
In that fragile
Expression

No

For
The pain,
The anguish

Is easily hidden
By a small,
Simple

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