Mask of Fake

Running out in the Sun

Sounds like Fun

Laughter fills the air

From the distance I glare.

Long pain of despair.

My mask can no longer spare

The amount of sadness I can't stand

I look at my scarred hand

Its been a while since I felt Happiness

But for the most part is has been sadness

A fake smile on my face

Around them is not my kind of place

They can't see my tears

For I've been hiding for years

Should I be around these folks

Because to me I feel like a hoax

Feeling outcasted and misplaced

I need to get out of this place

My mask cannot defend

Against these people they called friend

Eventually it will break

But until then, all they can see is a mask of fake

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