Edges of a mask

No one sees me without a smile, 
The mask is glued to my face,
But every time I try and rip it off,
My skin tears and breaks away,

My skin is cracking and wearing down,
The mask must never come off,

Every morning I pass a happy girl and wonder if she’s the same as me,
I see the edges of her mask,
Which are tightly glued to her face,
I greet her each morning with a smile and a wave,
I reach out to her
Only to find 
A looking glass in her place.