She hides behind the smiles

The tears that seem to never end stream down her cheeks. Each time a tear streams towards her chin, ready to plop onto her scarf, she flicks it away with her index finger.

There's a mother and a little girl sitting across from where she's sitting. The little girls big brown eyes stare at the amount of tears that are leaving her eyes. Her vision is too blurred to notice. The tears are becoming too much now, that she uses her scarf as a tissue; wiping away the pain.

Her lips begin to quiver while the train alights at the next station. She looks at the mother and the little girl--still looking at her-- as they get off the train.

I didn't do anything wrong

The train is on the move again; she wipes underneath her nose and sniffs. A gentleman with unkempt black hair sits in front of her, with his large skullcandy headphones. She looks away from him as he notices the tears dropping off her face. His eyes every so often glance at her.

Her train stop finally arrives; her head down, she exits the train and wipes the remainder of what she has to leave behind.

She sighs as she walks down  the stairs and to the barriers. She looks up and sees her friend waving.

"You alright?"

"Fine", she says, smiling.