Her Mask.

She giggled.
She laughed.
She chuckled.

But did you ever think of the aftermath?

Every night she sits in silence,
Tears rolling down her face.
She thinks back to the day,
And whispers into her knees,

"Time to put the mask away."

Her mask.
Her mask of a smile.
Her mask of happiness.
Her mask of bravery.
Her mask of how they want her.

They want her to be nice.
They want her to listen.
They want her to be good.
They make her the shell she is.

She screams and cries,
She thinks of everything.

A few cuts,
A bottle of pills,
Put it to your head,
It's just a little rope,
Jump in.

Her world is shattering.
It's falling apart.
She lies to them all,
"I'm just a little bit tired."

Only her eyes betray.
They show her true emotions,
Or used too.

Now they're dull and lifeless,
So there is only one way to tell.

Ask her, "Are You Truly Happy?"

If she breaks down, you know it's not true.
If she nods and smiles,
She lying too you.
But you'd never know,
Her smile of happiness appears true.

While on the inside, she cries,

"I don't know what to do!"