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