What's under the mask she wears

Her mask

The questions I often ask myself are:

What happened to that girl?

The one who was always happy?

The one who was always smiling?

What made her feel such pain and sorrow?

Why did her life turn out this way?

She is constantly being strong by putting up masks that she wears every where, but at the end of the day it's only a mask which melts with the daylight.

Night time when her mum goes to bed she lays there thinking about what happen and why it happened and that's when she starts to break down. The tears come pouring down like a water fall and the rough sobs are confined by the teddy bear she now relies on for comfort when she's sad.

That teddy gives her happiness and pain all in one package. The happiness of the memories from it and the pain that the special person that had left her heart broken.

Now she lays there every night with tears running down her cheeks thinking how that one happy little girl with no worries in the world came to be such a broken down girl in a matter of years. People look at her in the daytime and see someone strong and brave and someone who doesn't care what people say about her but that is just the mask she wears.

That she is me.