She is so happy they say,
That she is, but certainly not every day.
There is no guarantee,
To how ecstatic she can really be.
But who really knows,
How hard it's becoming for that smile to show?
The fears the doubts the anxieties, 
All becoming a part of her life,
A life filled with much strife. 
It's never always fun and games.
Once that mask is gone,
It's a walk of shame.
She knows there are others,
With a mood so blue,
They are failing to tread their waters,
And dragging themselves down too.
For that, this mask can never be gone,
For who will be the positive one?
Sometimes it is just not the time.
Sometimes it must be awaited,
To hear the clock chime.