Behind this Mask
I am so sick of this plastic smile,
But if I were to take it off for a while…
Behind this mask what they would see
Is nothing I ever foresaw I would be.
The tear stains imprinted on my cheeks do show
Every single thing that has ever caused me sorrow.
I wipe away the tears so no one will suspect
Anything that shows my life is a wreck.
If they knew of my deep, dark, dreary past,
They would know why I wish some moments my last.
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