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by Brittany Mar 8, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
This mask I wear, she serves me well, she hides my pain, so they can't tell. They see her smile, never my tears, she shows no sorrow, she fights all my fears. They believe she is me, if only they knew, that she is my mask, my savior too. My scars she hides, behind laughter and lies, she say's she is fine, but slowly she dies.