She hides herself behind a mask Building, her main task, piece by piece. Lies piling up She buries, she conceals, she performs, she perfects. Her essence deep inside a mere presence left behind Eyes blind Never can they know Never can she show How could she? Who would she be? Who even is she? Is she even any more? Broken fragments, shattered shadows Always trying yet failing. Always failing yet smiling. A spiral of despair constantly consuming her, yet smiling. Sinking, drowning, failing Always failing Always wondering Is she even any more? Is she even good enough? Piece by piece, walls fall apart No longer burying nor concealing nor performing nor perfecting. Breathing at last, free from the past for broken means fixed No faking, no smiling From now on she is.