Mask's To look at me you wouldn’t see it,
but welded to my face,
it smiles at all my woes.
I’ve worn it my entire life,
it’s a barbwire fence cutting off the outside world,
but beautiful none the less.
I live behind my mask,
like a security blanket.
I take it wherever I go.
Every second of the day,
every minute of the hour,
when sleep surrenders to me,
I wear my mask.
And to this mask I’ve lost myself;
no one the wiser to this maskless form I strive to forget underneath.
I’m really nothing like my mask.
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