The Mask(Re-Worked) Poem by Demi Martenez
The Mask(Re-Worked)
The mask.
The mask I wear,
She serves me well,
She hides my pain,
So they cant tell,
They see her smile,
Never my tears,
She shows no sorrows,
She fights all my fears,
They believe she is me,
If only they knew,
That she is my mask,
My saviour to,
My scars she hides,
Behind laughter and lies,
She says she’s fine,
But slowly she dies...........
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