,
she serves me well,
she hides my pain,
so they can't tell.
They see her smile,
never my tears,
she shows no sorrow,
she fights all my fears.
They believe she is me,
if only they knew,
that she is my mask,
my saviour too.
My scars she hides,
behind laughter and lies,
she say's she is fine,
but slowly she dies.
it was a nice poem from my eyes keep writing thank you for listening and reading all this 
