She has many masks upon her wall,
For every mask a different emotion, a different face, she has them all,
When she needs to be happy,
She wears a mask with a smile,
Its not perfect,
But it tricks them for a while,
When she's sad,
She wears a mask with a frown,
She owns many masks,
But not a single crown.
She hides behind them,
Day in and day out,
A smile, a laugh, a cry, a scream,
You see you'd never know how she really feels,
She's broken inside but she's trying to heal,
She has many masks,
But none for when she feels beautiful,
She doesn't think that feeling is possible.
Maybe that's why her favorite mask is one with a frown,
You all can see her how you want,
But all I'd see is a queen without a crown.