Only So Much Happy

Like the wind through the trees she ran
Like the bird song on the breeze she sang
Like the sunset she smiled
But for what?
Like a saint she gave
She was the new Robin Hood,
the new Peter Pan.
But for what?
Her life was a mess,
her home a war zone
But she woke up and painted on her mask,
buried under her sparkling smile
and singing voice
but for what?
For who?
Why smile when all you have is hurt?
Why run to when from is so much better?
She had no one to smile for,
no one to trade secrets with,
no one but the trees.
The trees and the river and the birds were there,
always,
but never enough.
It gets a little hard when they never talk back.
There's is only so much happy one can have
when none is reciprocated.