Hidden Truth

Ugly, fat, oh the names I’ve been called. You ask if they bother me, I should say not at all. I should hide behind my smile and silently say, I am who I am and nothing can change me anyway. But that would be a lie, so let me start anew, My smile was lost to the pain caused by you. My happiness slowly faded until it was gone, So I hid who I was and put an act on. I formed a mask over my hurt and tears, It’s the mask you’ve seen smiling for the past few years. But once my mask was in place, I finally saw, Masks all around and it struck me with awe. Every person in the world has a mask of their own. They wear it with people or sometimes when they're alone. So now that I know the hidden truth, allow me to ask, What is it that you hide behind your mask?