Cut Deep
You see her walk down the street,
her well-read books, her bright eyes.
The beaten sneakers, and her pretty face,
but you know it's only a mask.
She smiles and puts her hand up, a kind gesture.
She wanders over, “hello.”
but her eyes face the ground.
If you could look into those eyes you would see
how she really feels inside.
She walks past me across the fence,
and turns and glances at my eyes.
Only I know what's behind that mask;
Why she hides behind those bright eyes.
The night will come,
the stars will shine,
the moon will brighten the night sky.
A mask, that's all it is.
The mask is gone at night,
and that's when you see the truth;
Her pretty face is real, it's true
but inside, her soul is cut deep.
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