Poems

Mask

The mask, of sliver and rubies with lace trim of black and gold, 

I Remember the way it felt against the skin, ice cold.

I remember the first time I showed it.

My mask of sliver and rubies, Everyone loved it.

More people approached me, the attention was sickeningly sweet.

I refused to take off my mask, but my face was hurting, underneath.

Then I met him, a boy who wore a mask, but his was hurting him too. 

I took off my mask and felt like a fool. 

Then the boy mentioned before, saw the mask fall to the floor. 

I froze in fear, I put my head down, in shame.

but he came up to me, taking the mask from his face.

He was unique and sparkling brave, and he said to me softly

"Take your mask off, when you speak to me."