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