She smiles at the world, I weep in the dark.
She is spontaneous, I am an introvert.
She has passion, I am lost.
She is the life of the party, I am unknown.
She is beautiful, I am chaotic.
She is cheerful, I am hollow.
She has it all together, I am in shambles.
She is me; I am her.
She hides me for she is my mask.
we all hide our raw secrets from the outside because somewhere deep down we know they wouldn’t accept us.