My Mask Poem by Carol Fleming Klein

My Mask

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Oh God look down
I ‘m such a foolish clown
I know you smile.
But hold me for a little while.
I laugh to make the hurt recede.
I joke around to hide my need.
But it's such a wearisome task
To constantly adjust my mask.
And I'm afraid someday “I'll” slide
And show the tears I hold inside.

Spring 1980

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This was shortly before my high school graduation, and I felt vulnerable and guarded in the typical 'adolescent' ebb and flow of emotions.
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Carol Fleming Klein

Carol Fleming Klein

Stoneham, Massachusetts
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