Behind the Mask

Every time I see you, or when you talk to me..
I silently pray that at last you will see
the wounds and breaks people brought upon my heart
The years of it being torn apart..
Even when I tried not to care, or when I would try to ignore..
Every day it would just seem to hurt more and more
But I don't think any of them really care,
about my constant fear and eternal despair..
Yet I seem to think about them every minute of every day,
while I succeed at making you and everyone else think I'm perfectly OK..
Always a smile, that seems so natural but that is yet so fake
hides away every sign of all the burning ache..
And every time you are with me..
My eyes pray that you would finally see..
But due to your selfishness you never do,
which makes every day so much harder to get through..
But if you ever realize and ask..
Will it be too late for me to take off my hiding mask?