Masked
I cry, and cry, and I still hurt
I try to talk about my pain but
it never works, I try to go on
with life without a worry, why
do I dwell on the past the world
may never know, but still I smile
and pretend the pain is never there
and wipe the tears away, but yet I
walk with my head up so no one
can see through my mask.
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