I am twenty. And I smile.

I am twenty
And I’m happy.
I smile… which constitutes as
happiness I guess
I ain’t memorable.
An ordinary girl with
extraordinary wishes.
I am painted in lines.
A line for each time I smiled.
Lines that were painted red
And slowly fades to brown
I’ve a line for each year I lived
A line for every wish that died.
I judge those who remain masked
But i refuse to take mine off
I envy those who have no masks
But then again this masquerade
Makes me want to weep.
I am twenty.
And I smile.

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