The Mask Poem by India Wallace

There is a mask
That i wear
To cover the feelings
I cannot share

There is a smile
Etched into the mask
Without it, i'm sure
My disguise would fall apart

Tattooed red lips
Sparkling painted eyes
Are the bricks and motar
and the cement is my lies

I took this mask out of it's box
And merged it with my face
The day that you left
So at least i could pretend that i didn't feel out of place

I doubt that it will ever come off
Now that it has been on so long
But can you tell me the truth,
Is the fact that i want it to stay so wrong?

That I do not know, and just for now
I'll keep acting like everythings alright
But you don't see
The tears i cry for you every night