A Face Poem by Rachel Brewer
A Face
In the mirror, that’s me.
It doesn’t feel like me.
It feels like a mask.
No one wants to look at me.
I hide behind myself so I don’t have to face the world.
I can hear myself screaming,
In my mind,
Eating away at my bones.
Just so I don’t have to face anything,
Love, hate, or fear.
Soon there will be no one left inside,
I’ll be a shell.
Looking into the mirror.
A mask,
A face,
Nothing more.
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4/19/2024 1:00:43 PM # 1.0.0.1119
the inside can be different from the outside. often people represent what they are not inside, by figuratively wearing masks so that they can be accepted in the society. a well penned verse.