I have a mask...
made of smiles and hope.
Its never removed, since i never mope.
Pain and hurt don't exist within me.
I have a mask...
made of laughs and pride.
It never tells the truth, it has only lied.
Anger and saddness are unknown to me.
I have a mask...
made of pain and tears.
It is never broken, just craked from all the years.
Peace and tranquility, they have never been experienced by me.
I guess I lie to well,
or my mask is too tight.
For I am never seen in true light.
Happy at all times, never one to be sad,
Never enraged, but always mad.
Apparently, no one is up to the task,
to bother looking at that girl, behind my mask.