Mask

Why is that all people hate me?

Is there something wrong with me?

A rain never stop coursing down my cheeks, pouring my blue eyes

As blue as the sea, blues that makes me woe.

It felt like a garden without a farmer, no one cares, everybody is in anger.

It felt like a weed in a garden,

Everybody is digging me out,

Is that because I'm not good enough?

Sharing my fake smiles with others

No one knows, that I am hiding something.

Hiding something in an awful mask

No one knows about me.

I know, no one knows you too.

Author Notes: Stop wearing those masks. If you are happy show it. If you are sad, communicate.

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