themask
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I stare at the mirror,
Trying to understand why everyone hates me so.
The people at school whispered and laughed.
The adults sneered and turned up their nose.
Surrounded by echoes,
You may think you know me.
You see my smile,
the pep in my step,
the flitter in my voice.
You may think you know me,
but you only know my mask.
My mask is smiling,
Dear little boy who sleeps in my doorstepEvery day you see me with a smile when I on walk pass you the streetYou call me Miss HappyYou wish my world was yoursLittle that you know, I was dying insideFor you
