This mask

They think they know me,
But that’s not true.
They know my mask,
That I always wear.
But when I’m alone,
The mask is gone.
Then I can’t smile anymore,
I only cry trough the whole night.
It’s not a good thing,
But this way I don’t have to explain myself.
I also don’t risk to cry,
In front of people I like.

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