Under my mask Under my mask, that I've crafted so perfectly, Lives a girl, so plain you would cry. Under a layer of fake laughter, and tears, Lives a girl, with her own oppinions. Wipe away the makeup and stare at my face, Of a girl, who wishes and dreams. Under those clothes, that I bought to look cool, Lives a girl, who hides her life. No one knows who I am, or how I'm feeling, What they see is a master illusion. If I'm feeling sad, no one cares, When I'm mad no one listens. I've crafted a mask, so perfect to hide behind, so that I no longer have to feel. I can't be who I want, I folow their rules, I follow the crowd, but underneath I care. I care that no one listens, I care about others, I care that my dreams have fallen. But I can't turn back, my mask is who I am, no one knows the real me, and no one ever will.