I once made a mask for myself
So colorful, so bright filled with ecstasy
No one knows but myself
Everyday I face the agony
Beneath the colorful surface
Lies the darkest phase
Beneath the widest smiles are tears
Beneath the calmness is fear
Beneath the joy is sorrow
Will there still tomorrow?
Beneath the laugher is sadness
Still, its noiseless
They laugh the hardest
While I cry the easiest
Still they don’t know
But I always know
After a long time wearing this
It never came upon me yet
To remove this mask
Not now..not tomorrow..
But someday……
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