True Me

My mask has a bright smile

my mask shows my deep dimples

one may think I'm in denial,

but as you can see, my mask has a bright smile.


I go to school with my mask on

I go to church with my smile

I start to believe I'm in denial

but I must remember to keep my bright smile.


I can't let them see my cracks or my flaws

they expect so much from one soul

you may be in denial, but

I have no choice but to keep my bright smile.


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