The mask with a cracked smile

Hello everyone who is reading this. Yes this my first poem don't critique to hard, I plan to do better.
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We all wear a special mask

It's made by us, crafted by us, and used be us.

The mask doesn't feel the emotions

It only shows us an expression of what it wants to feel.

What lies be hide the mask shows us who wants be like the mask.

A face that is hidden from the world.

A face that is hiding from something that it doesn't want to be nor feel like.

A mask that shows a cracked smile on the front.

But in the back, there is-no crack smile

There is no joy, happiness, or even love.

There's only the ocean that falls from the mask.