When I look in the mirror at the person I see,
Sometimes I wonder who is looking at me?
She puts on a mask before facing the day,
Though her heart feels heavy her cares she pushes away.
In her eyes there's a sparkle, on her brow not a frown,
And when she's ready to go she's up, never down.
There's no sign of trouble on the mask that she wears,
If I didn't know, I'd say she hadn't a care.
But under the mask there's lost dreams and some pain,
And a deep well of strength that fills again and again.
Most never look deeper than the mask that she wears.
What they see on the surface is all that they care.
But, oh what they're missing by not lifting the mask,
The surface is never the place one should bask.
The core of the person is what you must know.
If you look deep inside the real self will show.
The privilege of knowing a person that deep,
Is truly a treasure filled with memories to keep.
Most people know heartache and have a story to tell,
But they're wearing a mask to cover their hell.
Adversity met and risen above,
Fills a person with depth and teaches great love.
So don't take for granted just what you see.
Look under the mask, that's where you'll find me.
