Behind the Mask.

Others think I'm strong.

Others think I'm happy all year long.

 

The truth is hard to spill

As it is what keeps me with good will. 

 

Sometimes I wonder if I can trust a person

When they are kind and honest to me

But it is hard

As I keep a dense fence in my yard.

 

The smiling mask I hold in front of me

Is an illusion to how I really feel at times.

This face of a clown is glued to mines

 

I hope one day I will have the courage like the lion to speak up 

And continue with my life and not be corrupt.

 

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