Poem - That Look

What's with that look in your eye,
the one I see each time you pass by?
I know that face all too well,
for I wear it when tears start to swell.
Surely you couldn't have a reason to cry,

While you have every reason to fly.
I'd like to help, please do tell,
So that I may make you well.

I really don't mean to pry,
And telling me won't make you die.
Those painful memories need not dwell,
Let me lock them away in a prison cell.