My mask of many smiles
As i wake every morning and look in the mirror. I slip on my mask to hide all my tears. The Mask so pretty, the mask of many smiles. To see through it may take a while. Some take the time to look a little deeper, but at the end of the day I'm My Own Reaper. Days go by as the mask of many Smiles fades. I have to remind myself I will see better days. Soon very soon The smiles will stay because I need to be happy with myself one day.