I walk with my friends,
happy as can be,
laughing, smiling,
like nothing happened.
I get home,
and walk inside,
as the mask goes away,
my smile fades away,
and my laughter grows quiet.
Then my friend comes to the door,
and I put my mask back on,
happy and smiling again.
No one knows about the mask I wear,
I never tell them about it either,
And as the pain grows inside me,
I can't take it no more.
I take a knife,
and as I cut through a vain,
I have no more pain anymore.
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