My mask? you ask

is made of smiles

of laughter

of pretending I don't miss you

well here's the truth:

i miss you everyday...

when i remember

how you laugh about everything...

when i want

to talk with you forever but can't...

when i remember

you don't need me anymore...

when I'm reminded

you were my everything...

when i realize

now I'm your nothing...

that's why they can't see that

i'm cracked and broken...

who could see it when

I'm wearing a mask 

of smiles

of laughter

that i use to hide from you

Who could see it when

i only take it off 

the second they look away

to reveal the real me

for only myself to see?