Every day I wake…not knowing what face I’ll take.

It’s a teen masquerade.
With my painted smile,
I try to hide my pain.
And to cover my fear,
I use an act of strength.
When others come near,
I turn and run away.
Because I’m afraid,
That once they see me,
They won’t stay.
It’s a teen masquerade.
Once I heard,
“Life is a screenplay
for those who act.”
Well, I’m here for that stage,
And I’m coming back.
Yet, sometimes I wonder,
What would happen to me,
If I dare take this mask off?
To that make-up,
That hides my face everyday,
I’m gonna say good-bye,
Good-bye to my teen masquerade.

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