False Mask Poem by Kalee Skriver

My heart is fit to burst from all the tugs that are being pulled,

Tried and pried until it is completely exposed.

But my defense mechanisms kick in and I'm left with an uneasiness of airs,

Of remote cares and a solidarity superimposed.

Some days I may seclude myself from the errors and terrors of my reality,

But for now I have the strength to keep up this facade of confidence and carelessness

Which is what I seek in actuality.