She expresses her sadness through music,
cry the worn strings on her guitar;
she releases her anger through tennis,
screams her battered tennis racquet
by her dirty, worn athletic shoes.
She forgets her stress by drinking tea,
utters the green mug on the counter;
she covers her insecurities with makeup,
whispers the tattered, pink makeup box
next to the hair straightener.
Most importantly, she shows her happiness
by being with her friends and family,
exclaimed the pictures in her room.
This is where her heart lies, they say.