Mask

They say our names like they belong, like a chorus in some love song. They smile, they tease, they swear they know— but they don’t feel the weight below. I laugh, I play, I wear the mask, pretend it’s fine, don’t dare to ask. But in the quiet, late at night, my heart still flickers, dim but bright. You stand so close, yet feel so far, a wish I’ll never make a star. So I stay still, don’t cross the line— just friends, just friends—yeah, that’s just fine.