The Mask Poem by Caressa Dove
The Mask
My smile hides my tears.
My laugh hides my screams.
It's been this way for years.
Things aren't as they seem.
I always seem so happy.
With not a care in the world.
But you should know sadly,
Many things go untold.
Nobody really knows me.
They only know my cover.
But I wish I could let it free.
Let them know what's under.
But instead I practice
My smiles in the mirror.
Then the next thing I do is
Make my fake laugh clearer.
What is wrong? You need help?
Is all they will ask.
So I have decided
To live behind a mask.
An eloquent expression of a depressive mind. However, I entirely agree to the point mentioned by poet Robert Murray Smith. Depression should be treated. Meditation and yoga exercises also help.
Depression is not a mask. It is a serious illness that must be treated. There is plenty of help theses days.To mask depression is foolish and counter-productive. A well wriiten poem.++10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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3/11/2026 8:16:34 PM # 1.0.0
Well conceived and nicely penned in beautiful rhyme scheme from the heart. An insightful creation. Thanks for sharing Caressa.