She wears a mask of steel around her face, That one can never break, She stashes her feelings behind her smile, But to discover them would be worthwhile, She seems fine on the outside, While she pushes her emotions aside Onto the platter of feelings that drowns Beside the superficial wearing crown, When she just wants to scream This isn’t the real me
This mask developed over time From the harsh words she was forced to mime, The feelings that she had within, Came about her thick buckskin No longer can the feelings break through Bittersweet tears swept away as her spirit bid adieu