"she" by that window

her world lie as colourful and pretty in our eyes,
the sweetest smile,
joyous laughter,
and sparkly eyes,

how could one even flash a thought of...
...the sweetest smile indeed is a bitter frown,
...that joyous laughter is a painful cry,
...and those sparkly eyes are cold glasses of tears,

could she be practising her drama?
puppeting herself?
or perhaps finding her own happiness?
by this window that - we call bliss
- she call ....