I wear the mask that fibs and smiles.
It hides my true feelings, so
Nobody will know me.
With my aching heart, I smile as if nothing
Is wrong.
I wear the mask.
Why should the world be over wise?
It never sees my tears or hears my cries.
Let them see my eyes and
Understand my hurt.
I wear the mask that hides who I am.
And people will never see my pain,
But yet I keep going on as if
Someday somebody will save me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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