The Mask
There's a smile on your face
But I know that you're in pain
Your silent tears leave no trace
But things just aren't quite the same, and
There's no reason for you to hide
Behind the mask you have created
Your practiced smiles are perfectly timed
Your heart has already been raided
And those thiefs were none to kind
They stole something with such beauty
And left behind a soul taught of cruelty
And she hides behind a mask
To fend off any more attacks
It's like the ceiling is caving in
And the tears are at the brim
Of pouring out
But that is not an option
Now her soul is up for auction
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