The mask

Her life began with a lie
will you let it end the same
she hides inside a mark of shame
she crys inside a mark of pain
she cuts her arms till she can feel no more
she cuts deep till the skin is raw
this lonely girl has nothing to gain
she will never fit in
she will never be the same
if you are her Friend you are her mask
you must see the pain she can no longer hide the scares
her smiles faded it no longer gleams
her eyes are dieing
she no longer dreams
if you are her Friend you are her mask
but will you ever go as far as to ask
why she bears her mothers shame
why in this life must she carry the blame
will you let her remain
will you let her suffer through sum one Else shame