When I look in the mirror...
I saw a girl...
A mess up girl that was in pain..,
Her eyes were red from her tears...
Her eyes scream for help...
Her body...
It was full of scar...
It a miracle that she didn't kill herself by now...
What was it...
The things that prevent herself from killing herself...
Even she herself doesn't know...
But the things is...
She different when she was surrounded by people...
By the fuck up society...
She always put her mask on...
She wear her mask the minutes she woke up in the morning...
Her mask...
Is the reason why we didn't saw the dried tears on her cheeks...
The sadness in her eyes...
Her mask...
Is reason we always saw her smiling...
The reason...
We still heard her voice...
No matter how broken she is inside...
She will always wear her mask...
