Face Behind The Mask (E Unum Pluribus) Poem by Hayley Foster

she's an artist of sorts,
with her brushes and paints
But she doesn't use canvas,
it's opinion she taints

around certain 'friends'
she paints on a grin,
so she can be popular,
so she can fit in

with other friends,
she's loud and obscene
it's the aim of the game,
to be rowdy and mean

close to her family,
she's quiet and shy
they hardly take notice
if she is nearby

when she's with the guys,
she's a tease and a flirt
she gives and she gives
ignoring the hurt

the people nearby her
they hope and they pray
that they could be popular
like her one day

But when she's alone,
she breaks down and cries
for there is no answer,
when she asks 'Who am I? '