She hides her true self with a mask,
A mask of quiet and shy.
Nobody kmows her true self, even herself.
Even those who know her,
Are reading of a mask.
She hides her true self deep down inside,
Afraid of what would happen if she showed it.
Would she be excepted?
Would she be loved?
Comfused and scared, she hides.
Only her true colors are shown in small burst,
Never full movies.
She is hidden from the world by her own will.
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