Putting on a face

I sit for what seems like forever
staring into the mirror
wiping away the pain
and putting on a 'happy' face

i try to remember
why i need my face
why the pain is even there
but no matter how long i stare in the mirror
i cant figure it out

i was happy as a girl
but now as a young woman
I'm just confused

one day I'm surrounded by love
the next it is like its me against the world
no-one is there to catch me when i fall
when i slip off the face of the earth

into the confusion of my thoughts
at times like these I'm like an open book
i wear all my troubles on my sleeve
anyone could see whats wrong

so i guess this is why i put on my face
for times i slip over the edge
so even at the worst of times people
cannot tell whats wrong
and then they can just let me be