Beneath the Mask

Beneath this mask, a girl who learned to smile even when her heart forgot how. They see the laughter, but not the silence that follows. They see the strength, but not the shaking hands holding it together. Whispers remain: "I’m tired… Can I show my weakest side…? I feel so lonely…" She hides behind “I’m okay,” because the world never stayed when she showed what’s real. Still, she listens, calms storms, even while drowning in her own. If someone looked closer, they’d see the truth soft, beautiful, silent, a heart still hoping to be seen, understood, without words.