I'm Actually Quite Delightful Before You Get To Know Me

You've seen her before:
Smile on her face,
Looking off to space.
She can keep a conversation for 33 seconds,
Then retreat so no one knows
What goes on behind her nose.

Her eyes are bright
Even though last night
She could taste their salt
She would whine and fight
Though all was right
And nothing was her fault.

The more that she thought
The more that she fought
The more that she sought
For the reason why
She continued to cry
Though there was no lie.

No wrong being done,
No spoiler of fun,
Yet nowhere to run.

But that's not her there,
The girl in the chair
With that distant stare...

...or is it?