She brings her delicate mask to her chest
She caresses it with fingers of ice
'It feels, and is worth so much less'
She reassures herself twice

The mask is struggling, pushing to take flight
Her hands wrap round, gripping and tight
But on obscure impulse she throws it, not knowing where it will land
She's astonished and confused to see there's no mask in her hand

It shatters

Fake smiles dying quick
Strained laughter sounding sick
Untrue gossip flowing out of mind
Her imaginary contract is now unsigned

She stares into the mirror; there are no lies
Heavy eyeliner and blue eye shadow has vanished from her eyes
The rebellious red that once covered her hair
Is now brown, she really can't help but stare