The Girls Mask

she's great, fine and good. In a way she relishes every night,
she lives every day, she laughs, writes and sings,
she wonders what the days will bring her.

Then she gets home, takes off that mask,
The day is almost an impossible task,
Its finally over, she lays down and waits patiently for the day she dies.

she cries, she screams, bawls and sleeps even though she promises to keep.
she waits and wonders and cry's some more,
and she aches and burns from her very core.

Then, she's not alone, so the mask reappears,
out goes the grief, pain and all of her tears,
as she is a happy person, cheerful all the day.
A world full of rainbow, not one shade of grey.

Of course she's not okay, she's not fine,
No matter how much she seems to shine
She doesn't even know why she feels this,
Why her existence is one long endless lullaby

But it is and will be, so she clings to life,
As one day she might slip and end it with a knife.
But, she's still here, no matter what her dreams might say,
And she hopes that one say she will actually be okay..