You laugh until you cry...

You were once the most beautiful woman in the room.

Laughing, gossiping, fluttering like a butterfly from person to person, your eyes captivating your audience like a flame intrigues a moth.

Until that day, that fateful day when your mask was removed, stolen away by the one person who understood you, who saw you as you were, not how you hoped, wished, dreamed you would be.

You came to realise that they were not who they said they were, that the one person you lived for was a fake, a thief, a deserter, that they were in fact you.

Crying, your salty tears soaked through your costume as you realised that your true identity had been revealed and that there was no reason to keep on living.