I see that girl every day on the street,

Always laughing and jumping on the beats.

But no one knows what lies behind,

That smile that never reaches her eyes.  



She wishes one day someone asks,

How she is, instead of their burden of daily tasks.  

That smile behind that mask,

Wait, that's not a smile I see.

Maybe the smile was always a task,

But no one cared what was underneath.  

Maybe because the girl was me.