I have a mask. Do you have one too?
I think mine is unique, let me prove it to you.
It has big brown eyes, but it's not the color that's special,
It's the emotion inside that is; the sadness in general.
Then there's the face on the mask, so realistic.
It looks lost and afraid; simple yet heartsick.
In the right light, tears appear to run down its face.
Tears that no kind words can ever erase.
But in the end, that isn't what gives it its value.
What makes it so special is my mask is see-through.
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The Mask
PoetryI never spent that much time on this poem. It just... it described the way I felt. My sister was seriously ill at the time and I'd been worrying and worrying for weeks to the point where I just... wore a mask around my pain. I thought of this on the...
