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9/11/01





She always wears a smile



On her lovely face



Her parents make her dress



In pretty clothes of lace



You've never seen her cry



Since the day you've met



But when she gets home



She lets go her tears, I bet



You say that she's your friend



Yet you don’t know her, not at all



You think that she is perfect,



There's no way that she could fall



I just don’t know how you can't,



See past the facade



You can't tell that she is wearing the



Mask that someone’s made?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is deticated to one of my best freinds, Susannah, whom wears the mask of Perfection.

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last updated 12 October 2010 - 12:12am
©10 June 2002 - 8:46pm — perception
11 June 2002 - 4:18am — Liz Plank (not verified)
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your poem is great. It's a kind of poem i would write about myself becausof the happy mask i wear. I really like this poem. your very talented. keep writing.