The Mask

She holds her head high                                          She never walks, she skips,

Scowl in place.                                                       And acts like a child.        

A look of pure anger,                                              Always so happy,              

Plastered on her face.                                            Wears a permanent smile.  

Nobody goes near her.                                           Everyone likes her.          

She's mean as can be.                                             She's so sweet and kind.   

But look into her eyes,                                           But look a little closer,

Here's what you'll see.                                            Here's what you'll find. 

You'll see a terrified child.                                      You'll find her purity was stolen.

Bleeding, broken, and bruised.                                At such a young age.

Acting tougher than she is,                                     So she plays the role of a child.

'Cause she's tired of being use.                                The world is her stage.

    When she gets home.

                                            She finds she's alone.

                                             Takes off her mask.

                                      Let's her true colors unfold.

                                               She finally rests.

                                    After a day drowning in sorrow.

                                    Her costume already picked out,

                                    For her performance tomorrow.