• A plastic mask of happiness often covers her sadness
    Her true beliefs hidden from most
    Afraid, and unwilling to face the unknown.
    Wondering where her place is in this cruel life of hers.
    She has come close to sharing herself,
    Never completely revealing who she was.

    She feels lost sometimes, not yet finding her grip in this world.
    At times the synthetic calm in her eyes flicker with the emotion buried within.
    At times when the world has turned a cold shoulder she howls with the never-ending pain.
    Times when she dares to show a sliver of her true self, declare her independence.
    But now she is lost.
    Lost in an act of so many characters,
    It makes her head spin.
    No longer does she know whom she is.
    She roams day by day, playing roles.
    People who she truly is not.

    Maybe one day,
    Little by little answers will come, and push the mask aside.
    Maybe one day,
    There will be no more reasons for her to wear this mask.
    Maybe one day,
    Her beliefs will be known.
    Maybe one day,
    She'll know her place in this life.

    But still she clings to the flimsy shield,
    Afraid of the power within.