Angelica St. Darke
Behind The Mask
This mask I wear is not to protect my own skin.
Precariously balanced above my once smile, now grim.
Lips sewn shut tight, eyes so alive, vibrant with fright.
The mask I wear rids me of pride, confidence lost, spirit has died.
Yet this mask is my saviour.. for no other reason but…
It shields others from the truth, I so cleverly cover up.