I can't believe I made up three stanzas with this, not so good but whatever.

Eyes described as colorless hide my evil glance.
And a smile so beautiful lie low my intolerance.

A chest so small earth the forest fire that has taken over my heart.
You only see happy, that is just an art.

Small girlish hands won't make you query.
I'm just a little girl on the outside happy on the inside but my pain I bury.