I wear a mask that’s always bright,
It hides the way I feel.
It covers up the solitude,
And creates this new ideal.
I’m wide-eyed, eager, full of life,
A genuine success.
But underneath this empty shell,
A pain I can’t express.
I’m smiling, laughing, grasping hope,
An Oscar-worthy act.
But I’m lonely, and this isn’t a film,
My life’s a draining fact.
Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 5:24 PM UTC
I wear a mask that’s always bright,
It hides the way I feel.
It covers up the solitude,
And creates this new ideal.
I’m wide-eyed, eager, full of life,
A genuine success.
But underneath this empty shell,
A pain I can’t express.
I’m smiling, laughing, grasping hope,
An Oscar-worthy act.
But I’m lonely, and this isn’t a film,
My life’s a draining fact.
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