Hidden behind the mask,

That painted over her identity,

Covered her insecurities,

Lay a fragile heart

A blend of colours and flaws,

Bright and dull,

Like a rose with too many prickly thorns,

Behind the layer of thick glass

Yet,

She spoke no truth,

And only lies,

Came out from her mouth

"Show yourself,"

They would say,

But she only hid her pain,

Every day,

On her own lonely train

Then it came,

One very day,

Ripped her mask,

Without a warning

Her true colours were revealed,

She had no shield,

Her pain shown in fame.