I’ll paint my mask on thicker,
Pray it hides my fears
And hope that it won’t wash away
With my falling tears
I’ll paint my mask on thicker,
A complex web of lies
To protect the real me from sight
And turn away your eyes
I’ll paint my mask on thicker
It’s smudging slightly now
But I will not dropp the act just yet
I really don’t know how
I’ll paint my mask on thicker
And a smile on my lips
But it’s crumbling around the edges
Don’t hate me if it slips! !
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You paint it well and very musically too Becky. During my late husbands life, he painted thousands of kids faces, allowing them to be whatever they wanted, without making even enough to cover his costs. That is real love and true Art from the heart. We all have to wear the mask, in order to survive, but between two people in love, we are able to lift it occasionally, but not all the time. Have to keep the mystery, don't we? A very tactile poem. Putting on my sunny smile, Tai