Behind the Mask
By Stellar84

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This poem belongs to me, Emily.  All rights reserved.  Please,
no duplicating, copying, or distribution without my consent.
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     She was quiet
     Too quiet
     She was thoughtful
     Too thoughtful

     Her eyes were filled with false laughter
     Her voice with false happiness
     Inside she was sad
     And contemplating

     She could only remember the annoyance
     The horrid looks and glares
     The whispers behind her back
     The laughing and the stares

     She didn’t fit in, couldn’t fit in 
     It wasn’t possible to be herself
     There were two different people in her
     The philosopher and the fashion

     Friends she felt were not friends
     Everything was deception and lies
     Too much torment
     Too much people despised

     She knew not her path
     Where to turn to know
     No friends, a loner
     More lonely than all the Earth

     No was to be trusted
     No one really could
     They hated her inside
     No matter what they said

     It hurt her to live each day
     And it hurt too much
     In the end
     The pain overwhelmed

     People learned too late
     To open their door
     Their hearts, their minds
     Shouldn’t be locked

     Underneath the stony hearts
     Underneath the locked up masks
     If they opened up they could see
     The girl as she really was