The Mask They look at her Because of the way she acts Her confident stride Her sharp-tongued wit Her clear sense of pride They talk to her Because they admire her so Top of the class But a friend to all Never without conversation But a listener, while others would stall They want to be her For the way she Can be on cloud nine all of the time With her feet firmly planted An analytical thinker Full of three wishes she was granted For they think she is as perfect as a human can be, But her past lies hidden in her mask of mystery. Her mind is a wreck, her home #life a joke, She feels like her whole world is about to go up in smoke. Her parents-supportive, they think But they actually end up driving her to the brink Always a failure, never a lesson She goes on and on in a cycle of #depression. She does her work every night then hides away to cry As she feels her three wishes so swiftly slipping by. And each morning she puts on that terrible mask. To become that fake person with the traits that never last. ~Kirsty~