Behind The Mask Poem by Angelica St. Darke
Behind The Mask
This mask I wear is not to protect my own skin.
Precariously balanced above my once smile, now grim.
Lips sewn shut tight, eyes so alive, vibrant with fright.
The mask I wear rids me of pride, confidence lost, spirit has died.
Yet this mask is my saviour.. for no other reason but…
It shields others from the truth, I so cleverly cover up.
Sunday, January 1, 2012
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5/4/2024 6:26:08 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Unveil the mask of sadness/ a sad poem! ! !