Her mask affixed to her face
Her laughter forced & misplaced
Her smile stuck in place; no joy to trace

Life to bring her tears
Life to beat her for years
Life to torture her time here

Is her reality distorted
Is it you, “she retorted”
Is it they, “she asked anyway”

Over the years & fears; crippling
Depression is so very sickening
Makes one want to just run & hide

Either that or die…..no good reason why
When she had her plan for her demise
Once she found out she no longer had to try

She decided to LIVE