Chapter: The mask

Hello Hello
This is the first poem I upload and I hope you like it ...
* knuff you * you love natsu

mask

The little blonde girl who stands up laughing and playing
that always nice and dear wait,
the girl who has always put up with everything.
The girl no longer exists. It is dead.
Died with you, just an empty shell without any feelings.
The girl is different now.
The little blonde girl has grown up.
It realized that it had to be different.
Now she is cool and aloof, dismissive and arrogant, bitchy and moody,
cheeky and heated.
But honestly, is this girl really like that?
Can't you see her, her mask?
Your mask that should cover your sadness and loneliness?
Your mask that is supposed to scare off other people?
Her mask she's got so people don't really know her
so that nobody sees what it really is?
An empty shell?
Is that really she?
Hmm, maybe so she doesn't lose more peopleMaybe so as not to be disappointed again.
Is that right? No.
But admit it, each of us has this mask.
Is it not so?
Don't we all play a role?
Are we not pretending to be?
Can you take this mask off again? Maybe.
But the little girl doesn't want to and can't ...

By I'm happy about every pick that I get even if it's Kretik ^^