Mask Poem by Alexander Hale

Beating breathlessly her weak and fragile heart fails her.

Her head hangs low.
Letting the tears fall to the ground leaving a small puddle.

She falls to her knee's and looks at her reflection
and does not recognize the person looking back up at her.

As her tears flow without end, she continues to stare
thinking about the mask she chose to wear
so many years ago.

And wishing she could remove it now
because she misses the person she once was,
and she longs to see her beautiful face again.

Hiding her true self from the ones she thought
mattered is causing her more pain than she can handle.

But she knows if the mask falls now
she will have no one,
because she left them for the facade.

So now she sits on the ground crying,
staring into a puddle made by forgotten tears
caused by unforgettable memories.

While her heart is beating breathlessly.