She wears it all throughout the day
And rarely takes it off.
It knows exactly what to say,
So beautiful and soft.

She seems pretty to everyone,
High-spirited and cool.
To every boy she's like the sun,
A perfect, flawless jewel.

It is only when he's around
That she can be herself.
Her eyes look up; the mask comes down -
A poor, defenseless elf.

Depression washes o'er her face
As she cries and reveals
With honesty, relentless pace,
All that she thinks and feels.

A different part of her she finds -
No confidence, no glee.
The mask she used to hide behind
Is now her enemy.