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 saviour too
My scars she hides,
behind laughter and lies,
she says she is fine,
but slowly she dies. - Unknown ( something I relate to can you??)
Wednesday, 16 January 2008
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