She looked at herself while putting on her basque,
She wiped her tears and put on her mask.
She dressed herself and walked down the stairs,
To walk with an animated face, herself she prepares.
She entered the hall in her best,
But no one knew how she was depressed.
For her cheer others envied her,
But they didn't know that she had swollen eyes
Under her animated fur.
They never knew her plight and pain,
And when she cried her pain wasn't mundane.
With her laugh she could easily bluff others,
But every night she smothers.
"She wondered how long she could fake
For day by day she broke
She knew she could easily rip her heart with a stake
But she was getting stronger
Under her Cloak..."
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