This Girl...

This girl
She's beautiful
But not in the way you would expect

Black apparel
From head to toe
Except for the white tutu
Encircling her middle

A ribbon around her head
Supporting many colored buttons
Ivory skin
Surrounded by a frame
Of jet black hair.

Hunched over
As if to protect herself
From the world
She sings
In the corner of the room
But looks unfocused
Like she's not all there

As i stare at her in awe
She turns
Like she knew i was watching

Her eyes
Huge
A warm chocolate brown
Swimming in the surrounding black
All in all, pretty

But there's such pain there.
The corners of her eyes
Are turned permanently
Downwards

She keeps my gaze
Not blinking
Not breaking contact

Again, I am struck by
The intensity of her stare
unlike anyone elses

With her eyes wide
As they are now
The pain is more apparent
But couldn't be seen
By a passing
Glance

It goes deeper
All the way into
Her soul

How long shall it remain?
Forever?

Finally,
After one last second,
she blinks
and the vision is gone
she tries to regain control

Her penetrating eyes
sweep back
into her own world

I hope her world is happy
I hope she find comfort
I hope that one day
the pain might disappear

Though I know nothing about the girl

She reminds me of all the pain
Pain I've experienced
Pain my friends have
Pain I've seen
Or pain I've only heard of

There's so much of it
It falls hard on the ones
Who need it the least
Passing the happy by

Why?

People who are happy
Can take it
They can DEAL with a little pain
It's the people who suffer
That need a break
Yet it seems
They never do

I focus back on the conductor
Focus
On my song
But all the while
Wondering

When will this ever end?