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- --My Mask--
- Some never want to see the pain,
- The hurt that flows within the heart.
- Denying these with harm and bruise,
- Alone with their suffering thoughts.
- So a mask is worn by those ignored,
- Shining, so clean and joyous.
- But despite this mask’s beauty and joy,
- It suffocates the one who wears it.
- Tight, constricting, hard to breathe,
- In public we wear to hide the shame.
- The swelling of sickness in our hearts,
- Presses sorely against restraints.
- Taught to stand alone so early,
- Our trust is shattered on the floor.
- We ache to find those with love,
- But a sea of masks awaits instead.
- “I’m fine. I’m alright. Nothing is the matter.”.
- Filthy lies spoken for us by the shiny mask.
- To scream internal, eternal, unheard,
- The mask replaces who we are.
- But cracks appear, the shine dulls,
- we fight a war longstanding.
- We rage against the bonds on us,
- Struggling to keep breathing.
- And then, alone, the cruel mask loosens,
- It shatters on the floor in shards.
- And pain repressed, tears kept hidden,
- Surge forth as we collapse.
- The wounds we see are ghostly,
- but there even if unseen,
- And grievous to such a frightening point,
- We plead for death in us to rest.
- But still we fight, and still we go,
- Placing new masks on each day.
- Ignoring the sorrow within our souls,
- Just to keep moving, just to keep going.
- Perhaps, I pray, I’ll find others,
- Whose masks have begun to falter.
- To see and feel the hurt within,
- And know alone I am no longer.
- We wear masks to hide our pain,
- because others mock our wounds.
- But when we wear that prison outside,
- True comfort from others can’t be found.
- So I pray, so dearly, that one day,
- We can tear off the false image.
- Expose not only our aches held there,
- But our hearts for each other to find.
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