She wears a mask

Each time she feels

She has to dull it down

Because maybe

The people there

Will greet her with a frown

She worries so

That they may see

Her as not meant to fit

Yet equally

She does not want

To be a part of it

The conflict forms

Into such storms

Internal ones that rage

As she wonders

How she can break

From the pre-outlined page

Deep down she knows

She cannot be

Herself and liked by all

Be bold, she must

Or accept that

A life afraid stays small