This mask I wear,
she serves me well.
She hides my pain,
so they can't tell.
They see her smile,
never my tears.
She shows no sorrow,
she fights all my fears.
They believe she is me,
if they only knew.
That she is my mask,
My savior too.
My scars she hides,
behind laughter and lies.
She says she's fine,
but slowly dies.
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