Smiley Mask

Happy, does it even a word for me?
Is it even a feeling for me?
Because all I see, happy is just a mask I wear

Yes I am happy, there is no doubt about it.
But even in despair, I am still smiling.
Why can't I throw away the mask?
Why couldn't I just let my face be read?

I am a fake, Yes I am.
Smiling when I don't have to,
smiling when I shouldn't do.
The Ego of not letting anyone go through,
is really a pain.
Maybe someday I'll die because of my Ego.

Please Ego,
Let me throw away the mask.
Let me smile with my own face.
And let me cry when I really should.