Every day of pain or hurt is masked behind the happy face I bear to the world. That mask through which no one sees and the thin lie then believed no one sees the emotions besides what I decide show. The pain of his lies I live with every day and hide behind my mask to ensure he doesn't see. The hurt of being treated as though I do not exist disappears behind that mask. A happy face, a smiling face is what the world all wants to see; so that is what I show to them for my shame of emotions is too great to be shared. No one wants to see the hurt my heart has hidden away, no one cares to see the pain etched deep into my soul. They do not wish to be bothered with anything but their lives, those mundane, ''demanding'' lives. But the hurt and pain is always there just on the other side, although no one really cares.