A duck on a pond glides
serenely. 

Around in circles,
peacefully.

Observers watch and see,
happiness.

Oblivious to what goes on below.

Flailing feet churning,
desperately.

No signs of the below
struggle.

She keeps the surface calm,
graceful.

Hiding her true emotions.

She waits for someone who's truly
empthatic.

Waits to see if someone will notice the 
struggle.

When noone does, she'll just go on,
lying.

Lying to the world, without words.

Don't keep on hiding your 
struggle.

There's someone who cares enough to
notice.

Someone who cares enough to
uncover.

The truth behind your porcelain mask.