The Mask

I wear a mask that smiles and laughs and appears in every way that everything is ok. Because I can't show the real me. The me that misses you. The me that hurts every time I think about you. The me that thinks about you all the time. Yes, I hope that you see my mask and think that I've moved on, that I'm happy. Just don't look too closely, because I know my eyes alone can betray me. Just focus on my mask, because the mask is better than the truth.