28 June 2012
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.
The Mask • Opuss № I