Mask

I always put on a fake mask, and try to act like I’m the happiest person in the world. I just put on a fake smile when I am actually dying. I am so tired to pretend, so I decided to take it off. It’s been so long that I finally decided to take it off, but I don’t know the person under it. Now it seems that no one cares about the girl under the mask. I don’t know who I am, and nobody does either. So I put on the mask on again. I want to die so badly, but I am scared to kill myself. Now I just wait for things to get better, but it seems it will never get better.