She walks around wearing a mask,
unfortunately the mask is glass,
she thinks that those around can't see,
her anger or her misery.
Her mask is moulded with a smile,
that she thinks hides the pain and guile,
her true reactions in plain sight,
behind the glass her words have bite.
I wish she'd take it from her face,
and it with honesty replace.
Some folks if that mask were to melt,
would love her whatever things she felt.
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