The Person Behind The Mask
I smile, but behind my mask I cry,
"I'm fine." But that's all a lie,
I laugh, inside I sigh,
Can't you see? I'm going to die?
Crumbling, crying,
Hurting, shouting,
Behind my mask I am hiding,
Yet you're doing nothing.
All you need is to look at my eyes,
Where you can see through the lies,
Through the cheery "hello"s and the "hi"s,
The long hugs during "goodbye"s,
Is the pain while my heart dies.
Behind my mask I am scared,
"Are you okay?" Nobody dared,
Or more like no body cared,
Well that's what I heard.
On my mask are pretty colours,
Make-up worth a hundred dollars,
Not a tear,
Or a sign of fear.
Help me.
Behind this mask,
I am no longer, here.
I lie to block the truth. She lies to you, because she has her mask too.