Mask
This mask I wear,She serves me well,
she hides my face,
so they cant tell,
They see her smile,
never her tears,
She shows no sorrow,
She fights all my fears,
They believe she's me,
If only they knew,
That she is my mask,
My savior too.
My Scars she hides
Behind laughter and lies,
She says shes fine,
but slowly...she dies.
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