....Strong, smart, funny, happy, and even a confidant are words you
could describe her mask as, but if you look close enough her mask will
disappear.
....Her eyes are deep and show no emotion, besides the sadness that
follows her.
Her smiles are painted on with careful strokes. One wrong stroke and her
masquerade will be revealed.
....She spends her night along in here room with tear filled eyes. Her
attempt to show someone her real self had failed. She retreats into her
cell that hides al her secrets. Each time finding it safer in her cell
and harder to trust.
....Her tears dry and she fades into a dream so simple to most but so
hard for her to obtain. A dream of happiness and expectancy. Years it
has been since she had felt those two things.
....She awakes finding it harder to rise and her will weaker than the
day before. Her eyes find the mirror that gives her a haunted greeting.
She stares back at the pale face she recognizes as her own. Her hollow
eyes are the only key to her cell.
....She rubs her eyes and leaves the safety of her room to greet the
blind family she shares her life with.
....Her mother greets her with a bright smile, quite unlike her
daughter's. Her mother asked how her night was. She simply replies that
her night was okay. Her mother mentioned something about looking pale.
She shook her head to dismiss the thought.
....She exited the kitchen to retreat to her room. Her will to keep her
mask was fading. So early in the day to start painting her mask, but she
has to if no the she would become and outcast.
....Her mind telling her mouth to smile, and her eyes screaming for
help. Elizabeth walked out of the house and entered a play that had no
ending.