My heart burns with sadness yet my throat burns with Laughter 
 
Outside its sunny 
But on the inside, the rapture 
 
Eyes everyone says are filled full with beauty 
But they're never dry because I cry, its my duty 
 
Shes a girl always nice, never complains 
But always inside, she is ridden with 
pain                 
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yes... people often wear masks to protect their inside world, to seem more stronger, than they are... sometimes it helps us to live but sometimes it kills is in the loneliness... good poem in its true words and emotions you share with readers. thanks