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Feb 2014
Some days its real,
The smile she wears.
But most days its not,
It is nothing more than a mask.
A mask that she puts on,
So no one will see.
The hurt deep inside.
The feelings that churn.
That smile you see,
She has learned to wear it.
So no one asks questions,
So she doesn't have to explain.
Her beautiful mask,
If only you knew,
What truly lies underneath.
Keyla Benea Ryness
Written by
Keyla Benea Ryness  California
(California)   
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