They don't know me.
The real me.
The one that I hide.
Deep inside.
They only know.
The masks that I wear.
The rubber faces.
The frills and laces.
They see me smile.
A cheerful facade.
It's not always real.
It conceals what I feel.
But the mask slips.
When I am with you.
And I can be me.
The real me.
