What You Get Is Not Always What You See

I created this mask to share that what’s going on inside of me or anyone else is not always what is visable.
This is me, all that I am for all you to see.
But the curious thing about sight, always, there’ll be something out of mind.
Upfront, I am sweet, rosy pink,
With loving care, and balanced fair,
I cover up my pain, and rise up for change.
Light hues of blue, to hide cracks anew,
the soft gentle smile, dark circles been there awhile.
But hidden behind the mask darkness rules amassed.
A cry for justice, a forced smile,
Broken sense of self, tell myself I’m trying
A foggy, things not yet found.
Unsure if the voice is me, or the siren sound.