The Mask Poem by Javier Falcon

Your face feels so warm as you look out to the sky,
Hearing the frogs croak, seeing the birds fly,
As you walk through this town with chin so high,
But with your eyes so safe, deep down and shy,
Because under this mask your soul sighes,
And so depressed from all the lies,
You continue telling them, while seeing others die,
Even wanting to sit down and cry,
Your words seem to be heard nearby,
But there seems to be no friendly reply,
As one who does not remove what is holding them back,
Can’t seem to take life with slack,
At the moment there is something you lack,
And your heart is thickly covered in plaque,
As through that thick mask you should hack,
And others not so dreadfully attack,
Now is the time you step into the light and out of the black,
Letting us see everything through a little crack,
Leaving your feelings and emotions to unpack,
Letting the true you come back.
So please take off the mask which doesn’t suit you well,
Or expect me to give a regretful farewell.