Mask

I find it quite difficult

Impossible even

To mask how I'm feeling.

It leaks out from my expression

Flowing out from the cracks in my facade.

No matter how I try,

I can't help but make it clear

When I'm happy,

Or sad, 

Or ready to explode in fiery fits of frustration

So what makes me happiest 

Is being with people, 

People who tell me it's okay 

To take off the mask

And truly be free

From the judgement I receive 

For just being honest.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
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