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My Mask

My Mask


I hide behind a mask,
You can’t see my face.
Looking at first glance,
I’m in a happy place.

The truth is, that’s a lie
But you can’t really tell,
That in the back of my mind,
I think the world should rot in hell.

What’s the point of living,
If we are all going to die.
What’s the point of being happy,
If in the end we’re going to cry.

But this is something no one sees,
This is something no one knows.
And yet deep inside of me,
This feeling of hatred grows.

So even though this mask reveals a happy side of me,
I use the mask as a shield to look at what others can never see.

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