She wears a mask.
And albeit it a pretty one, it is still a mask.
Her true lips are covered in a smile painted pink.
Her masked cheeks are covered in a light blush.
The kind that comes from laughing with friends.
And her eyes...
To everyone they shine with life.
But in truth it is unshed tears that give them their shine.
Long dark lashes frame them, silver eye-shadow behind the black fans.
So distracted by the innocent look of her mask they no longer notice how she shifts.
Her eyes always questioning...
Her trust isn't really there...
It fills her mind and glosses her eyes...
Uncertainty is what they brought to her...