Your someone no one knows of. A small girl seeking hope. The one who cries alone. No one knows but yourself, the small, soft spot in you. So small that it is not visible to the naked eye. No one knows what happens.
Who am I, you ask ? The girl everyone talks to and loved by all. What they don't know is who I really am. Wear a mask all day, exhausted from the pain.
That the mask causes because i wear it all day
Until...
