Mask Poem by Fatma Maleta
Mask
I wear a perfect mask,
full of perfection and class,
my mask hides me well,
it's a pity I can't tell,
the mask I wear hides me,
yet I hurt to the core,
as others smile,
my heart breaks to the core,
in this mask,
I'm perfect, with no faults,
pain, sadness or flaws,
the mask I wear covers me well.
as I smile I die inside,
I die, I die slowly inside,
behind the mask I hide
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