Behind her mask
If you just take a glance, You'll see a quiet girl. A wisp of wind A piece of fragile glass. You have to handle her gently or she'll break into a thousand pieces. But if you look closer, Look deep into her eyes, You'll see determination. You'll see behind her mask, Behind her pools of dark hazel eyes, Hurt. You'll see pain. But you will also see joy. A quiet contentment. You'll see a fiery temper, and a loyalty that surprises you. You could say don't judge a book by its cover, but you didn't even look at the book. If you look at her face you see HER. But you have to open your eyes, And really look, gaze. Take a risk and open the first page.













