"Masks had been all she ever knew, Painted and changed with the seasons, Crafted to blend right in, No wonder she's always forgotten. Shadows were her prison, Nighttime her dungeon, Held in captivity and fear, Wondering if God was truly near. Night upon night, Sleep was her foe, Life fading into madness, Hope into sadness. She smiled for strangers, She smiled for friends, She laughed with her family, And each night she cried alone. Her taxing lies, The pains inside, The kiss of death upon soul, And get ability to never let go. They tell her to forget, They tell her not to remember, Yet the memories are cold, And the horrors untold. Words were her betrayal, And the truth was all a lie, The world would pass her by, Forgotten, starved, and dry, Only remembered for her masks."