My Mask

She is happy, Im sad.
She has friends, I dont.
People understand her,
No one understands me.
She feels happiness and love,
I feel pain and sadness.
She doesnt cry,
I cry all the time,
She will have someone to love,
I never will.
She is pretty in pink,
Im dark and black.
She is warm inside,
Im always cold,
She doesnt bleed tears,
I do everyday,
Her heart is red,
Mine is black.
She doesnt have emotions.
I have emotion.
Her emotions dont run her life.
Mine do.