The mask i wear,
she serves me well,
she hides my pain,
so they cant tell,
They see her smile,
never her tears,
she shows no sorrow,
she fights all my fears,
They believe she is me,
if only they knew,
that she is my mask,
my saviour too.
My scars she hides,
behind laughter and lies,
she says she's fine,
But slowly, she dies.
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Everyone isn't okay.
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Too true, very much too true;
We all wear masks and disguises these days and you never truly know what's going on behind closed doors - even the closed doors in someone's eyes!
Couple small suggestions, where I felt the line eveness became unsteady;
"she shows no sorrow,
she fights all my fears," <-- I'd take out "she" as it would even out the line, and we already know who you're talking about.
They believe she is me,
if only they knew" <-- and, i'd change this to "if they only knew" - it just reads better to my eyes.
but, they're just suggestions.
thanks for entering
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every one may not indeed be OK but you have grasped the basic fundamentals of life to a T.
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