The Mask Poem by Jon Hannah
The Mask
This mask I wear,
she serves me well,
she hides my pain,
so they can't tell.
They see her smile,
never my tears,
she shows no sorrow,
she fights all my fears.
They believe she is me,
if only they knew,
that she is my mask,
my savior too.
My scars she hides,
behind laughter and lies,
she say's she is fine,
but slowly she dies.
aw ....appearance vs. reality.... nicely done i loved it! !
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4/29/2024 10:22:30 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I actually wrote this and have previously addressed another user claiming it as their own