Disguised

She stands elegantly disguised
Riding high on mighty waves
Covers herself with shallow warmth
quiet, proud, and brave

She looks around her
Waves of laughter passing her by
Holds to her secret tightly
Light is in short supply

The dreaded moment arrives
Inner cold escapes in the form of tears
And she silently sobs and weeps
None pays heed, darkness nears

But they'll never listen
Her pride won't let her speak
She'll end up alone, unnoticed
forgotten, unloved and weak