The Story of My Masquerade

If I’m such an open book If I’m oh so easy to read Then how come no one questions The internal tears I bleed? How come no one notices The perpetual misery that I feel It hurts so much, so deep Don’t tell me that it’s not real I’m a book with many pages But pages of pain and distress Pages composed of many scars Just hidden by false happiness The despondency exists It’s just not written on the facade The smiles hide the story A lonely masquerade 10/19/2010 2:33am