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.