Charity for the Charitable

Everybody goes to her for dish,
but within, is vacant for a wish.
She always has a story to tell,
excluding facts of her own private hell.
She throws her hat up;
she is complete.
As it tumbles down,
she knows defeat.
Hiding marks on her face,
knowing pain cannot erase.
She sits awake in bed,
running through her mind, is what's been said.
It's been a while
since she felt allowed to smile.
Forget her.
She knows what she has done;
traded her life, for four years of fun.