The mask I put on will not be broken
My smile will stand in front of my quivering lips
My bright eyes will stand in front of the tears running down my face
My open heart will stand in front of the armor that is covering it
I will laugh with others while I cry by myself later
I will stand with all of the confidence of a young women should while I fall by myself
If these people truly are my friends why must I put on a mask
Why can I not tell them things that are painful to me
Would they accept me if I told them