Midnight Poetry Writing - She

She is lost among a crowd. A crowd of demands and needs she cannot fill.
She smiles because she truly is happy. Remembering what she wanted all along.
She plays nice. She doesn't always say what she's thinking.
She makes sure you're content and comfortable.
She is unfailingly grasping at the ground. For something to stand on.
She remembers every word you say, and it stings her.
She wants more than this. More than merely being here, she wants the loud and living color.
She waits for the clock to change. Time to pick up this mess.
She wanders empty rooms. Looking for a friend.
She holds tight to her dreams and then sets them free.
She is tired. Tip toeing around the words left on the floor. 
She crosses her fingers this time will be different.
She keeps faith that come what may, love won't destroy her.
She smiles because she knows something you don't.
She lives with reason and without hesitation.