My Mask

I watch him with her,
Sparkling when she's around
While I sit here wondering
With a frown;
Am I not pretty?
Am I not good enough?
She's my friend.
I can't say a thing.
All I can do,
Is put on a stained glass masquerade.
I go to sleep with tears on my face,
And wake with my passive mask.
Smiling at the right times,
Even though I want to die.
I can't wish harm on her,
Why curse those who are gifted?
We invisible people passing through life
Unseen by everyone;
Loved by no one.
All I can do is sit,
And keep up my act;
Wondering...
Will this ever end?