I live behind this mask, concealing my emotions as I move through the rigors of life. People come, people go, and yet my mask remains the same. My mask is always smiling, always happy when greeted. Behind the mask lies the pain of heartbreak, unable to express what she truly is and what she desires, for the sake of another or others, for they may not understand.
I am constantly evolving to learn when to hide my real being and when to come from behind the mask. I am not be perfect, but I am human. As the song goes, "we're lost in this masquerade". I shouldn't, but I must.
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