Mask.

How many times

Have you stared at the dark ceiling,

Tears streaming down your cheecks,

And willed yourself to sleep?

 

How many times

Have you fooled a friend

With a smile

Or laugh?

With an "I'm tired"?

 

Has the despair,

Has the Pleading,

Has it all gone unnoticed?

 

Or have you truly gotten that convincing?

Has the practice in the mirror

Started working?

 

When will your mask fall?

When will someone save you from yourself?

 

Do you even want to be saved?

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