I cover it up with dozens of masks,I\'d say that I\'m fine, but nobody asks.It\'s easiest to smile, this much I know. But with all of this baggage, it\'s too hard to grow. I want to be happy, I want to be free. But all of the pain, is like handcuffs for me. If you peal back the layers, you\'ll see something bare. It\'s tattered and bruised, from something unfair. It\'s beaten and scarred, from things that I\'ve lost. I\'ll never be seen, no matter the cost. I\'ll keep it all hidden, till the pain can subside. Until that day comes, this face I will hide.