Mask of Lies

The mask full of joy,

showing nothing but lies.

Wishing she could belong here,

but meeting no reply.

While I sing o' such pretty songs,

behind everything is in anguish. 

The souls cry out to me begging for their release.

However unfortunate I cannot and must not comply.

For I keep the bottled up inside, 

never letting show. 

I wear...the mask of lies.

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