My smile trembles

A silent sob

Can they see it

Do they see me

My face is pressed against the glass

A world so lively

zooms passed

Slipping away

As I sit in the train

Broken

Sad

In pain

My mask fastened tightly to my face

An outward persona

My saving grace

For if only they knew

What is buried underneath

If only they knew

the horrors that I disguise

I would be burned alive

A witch they would call me

As they tie up the rope

A freak of a human

With no hope

But as I sit

in this chamber

I can feel it falling off

The mask is slipping

I am soon to be exposed