The Mask Poem by Joe Hughes
The Mask
Won't you look behind this mask,
This hair, these teeth,
This smile so dark!
Won't you delve, make more free -
See within
The real me?
The outward look, the gentle poise
Are all a sham,
A smart disguise.
For here, deep down, there lies a mess
Of no convictions,
I'd pass no test.
I cope with life's unending hours,
They crawl along,
Some sweet, some sour.
Again I pose, the mask in place,
They never see
My real face!
Pretty neat! I, on the other hand, find it hard to hide what’s going on inside. I’d be a poor poker player!
I favor the part that says 'I'd pass no test. I cope with life's unending hours, They crawl along, Some sweet, some sour.' I believe that it is far to easy to have a mask, but from what I've learned, no one truly wants to know anything deeper then what they see...a fake smile in place of a tear, nowadays no one cares.....
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