Girl With A Mask

Why do we hide? Why do we pretend that everything is okay, When its not? She walks into a room; knowing she is gonna be asked the question. The question that makes her check herself. The question that brings all the feelings to the surface struggling for air. The question that makes her force a smile when all she wants to do is to cry. All she wants  to do is fall to her knees and let out a weep. But she wont. She wont let them see the suffering and the heartache that brings pain. It would be a social suicide if she ever let it show. So what does she do? She puts on her mask. She fakes it till she makes it. She hides behind the painted smile like there is no evil in this world. Her heart was torn when she had to say goodbye. Until she met him who brought her back to life. Who guided her after losing sight of her path. She no longer needed the mask. She took it off and stared at it with victory. She placed it her top drawer and hoped to never have to open it again. Her life was filled with happiness. She didn’t need to fake a smile it was all real and alive. She was so happy with all around her. She remembered when she walked in the room and saw him standing there with the mask in his hand giving it to her. He turned around walking back never turning around. As the tears rolled down her face she placed the mask on her face. She felt chains slowly tighten and pull her into a place of sorrow. She took in a deep breath as she stepped into the door way. She walked in and saw him standing there with remorseful look. Her friends walked up and asked her the question; the question that she tried to avoid…. ” Are you okay?”