• Always a smile, always a laugh
    Always to be seen as joy.
    But what is truly beneath the face that lies?
    Darkness and despair. No one to reach
    no one to care.
    One would think that they know the person.
    They know where they are placed.
    But who is to say that you know the one behind the mask?
    Scars of lifes troubles, songs of dark nights, one to say there
    is no light.
    But who could tell? who could possibley read a mask.
    Who would ever know?