Mask Poem by Ariana Cherry

She sees her face in the mirror.
A face unknown to herself,
But lights up the rest of the world.
She tries to remember the last time,
That she really saw herself for who she was.

Once a believer,
Now a follower.
Once a lover,
Now a giver.
Once demanding,
Now twice shy.

Who was she?
Who was she?

The question goes unanswered every day.
It doesn’t matter.
All that mattered was that she lived
Her life to the fullest.
That’s all that mattered.

Never once did anybody love her for
Who she was.