The mask I wear for you is one of a forced smile trying to be a good friend
While you talk of the beauty of the women around me, beauty that I will never measure up to
I will never be blond or petite
I smile and nod while my heart silently breaks for the love that will never be returned
Silently I suffer in the hell that is my mind
You look at me and I feel as if you can see into my soul
See beyond the smiles, forced laughter and reassuring of "I'm fine"
But if you could really see, then we would be.
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