Behind the Mask, II

We've all got masks to cover the bad..but how does the bad feel about them?

I have discovered the impossible.
She has a Weakness.
She, who cuddles and laughs so,
to make the world smile
She, who could be anyone's friend,
Isn't.
And I know why.

She holds others as they cry,
Delves into their souls and withdraws
the good in them to meet the good in her.
She knows all their secrets.
But they don't know hers.

She keeps her own secrets,
and there's no way she'll tell.
She'll never be their friend,
She'll never get too close.
Their love for her is misbegotten,
because they'll never know
About her other side.

She's really nothing perfect.
She doesn't come close.
And that's her real secret.
That's why she keeps disant.

And now I understand.
Now I know.
I have discovered the impossible.
Her weakness is Me.