| The mask on my face is molded not by me, but by time and others hands. The emotion I show outside is not the same within The toys and games played, shows the mask, not me The illusion of happiness only lurks when I’m around many others The cloud of darkness surrounds me when I’m alone The life I want to live, the person i want to be, comes at a price which i can not pay Because this mask haunts me forever. |
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