I wear my face like painted glass,
A porcelain mask they let me pass.
Smiles stitched with silent grace,
No one sees the hurt in my face.

Rouged my cheeks to hide the cracks,
Polished lies and quiet acts.
Beauty’s just a veil, it seems,
Thin as breath and lost in dreams.

Behind the shine, I want to scream,
But silence keeps the world in theme.
So I perform, composed, serene,
A haunted girl in a pretty scene.