The Mask

I made a mask of porcelain,
I made a mask to hide the face of pain.
The mask is to keep the world from seeing the pain that underlies,
The only pain showing, is the pain in my eyes.
The mask can only be opened by a very rare key.
And the only key to open it lies within me.

The key is hidden away in a cold,hollow place,
Covered in stress,bundles of unlimited pain, to get out equals haste.
But no one is hasty enough to avoid the pain,it would wash them away,
The key will stay hidden forever,in hiding it will stay.
I don't want anyone to find it,because then the pain would spread,
It would spread to whoever I meet, it would spread like the plague.

The face of the mask looks very empty and saddening,
But it will never be as empty as the girl who wears it very maddening.
The mask wears a smile, because underneath is a frozen frown,
Never again the girl will smile, her smile got washed away by the pain.It drowned.
The real key to the mask will never be found,
Because the girl buried it deep underground.
Why would someone want to wear a mask and not see their face anymore?
So the people can only see the minor pain, and not the major core.