Poem About How We Hide Ourselves
Hey, everyone! No one really knows me, not even my boyfriend. I hide myself, which I am sure most of you do as well. This is not supposed to make you sad but to recognize what a lot of us do, mask ourselves from who we really are.

The Mask
The Mask



The Mask




She smiles, I cry.
She is outgoing, I am shy.
She loves, I am alone.
She is amazing, I am unknown.
She is beautiful, I am a mess.
She is happy, I am depressed.
My mask is perfect:

She hides me