Her smile was contagious, but a mask she wore day by day and struggle she battled every night. Whenever her true self dared to rear its face our from under the mask, she would immediately be painted as ‘a freak’. She learned that society didn’t need her being herself, it needed her looking and acting like what was acceptable to them. God forbid she considered her own happiness and sanity. It consumed her being piece by piece until there was no more. One day her hands grew weary from holding the mask in place and hand after hand, dropped to her sides as she struggles to keep the mask on but could, no longer.