The Mask Poem by krystal Sheehan

I walk with my friends,
happy as can be,
laughing, smiling,
like nothing happened.

I get home,
and walk inside,
as the mask goes away,
my smile fades away,
and my laughter grows quiet.

Then my friend comes to the door,
and I put my mask back on,
happy and smiling again.

No one knows about the mask I wear,
I never tell them about it either,
And as the pain grows inside me,
I can't take it no more.

I take a knife,
and as I cut through a vain,
I have no more pain anymore.