All of us have a Mask Some of us are forced to wear theirs. Others choose to because it is easier. Either way, I've written this in the hopes of understanding the reasons for my own Mask. Enjoy ~ ------------------ Everyone hurts. Everyone cries. Everyone laughs. Everyone lies. Everyone hides behind it all. At school I'm expected to laugh off the pain of a threat to be punched or choked. In town I'm expected to be smiling and dancing, acting like nothing can get me down. At home, the truth comes crashing out. My Mask slips and cracks, and my laughter dies Instead tears replace it. Tears of hurt, of misunderstanding, of regret. To the outside world, I live a lie To my inside world, I deny the pain until it's too much I hold it in, all of it. The words I want to say, the actions I want to take, the truth I want to set free My Mask cracks and wears away until it shatters and I am left broken, crying, lost within myself. Is it good or bad that I have yet to shatter, to let my Mask fall, infront of Them?