It doesn't fit me very well, But it matters not, you see. Because most people do not want, To see the real me. It's much too painful for them. So they avert their eyes. Their platitudes are only words, that I've come to despise. They can't bear to confront it. They don't know what to say. They think if I ignore it, The pain will go away. But I cannot ignore it. It is too deep and real. And those who've never lived it, just don't know how I feel. No one wants to face it, When a child dies. They quickly try to hush, A grieving mother's cries. They say I should be moving on. They don't know what they ask. So, to spare their feelings, I put on this mask.