You hide behind a mask all day,
If they knew the real you it wouldn't be okay
A person who would tell people what she's feeling
But you're afraid in laughter they'd be keeling.
Maybe someday you'll take off your mask
Without anyone having to ask
That day will be your last.
So be true to yourself
Don't keep your feelings under the shelf
People will accept you for who you are
Don't worry, we won't stare!
Or will they?
Thats OK!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem