A Misty Masquerade
Every day she puts on a mask to hide
Inner turmoil complet’ly buried inside.
Her favorite mask had a big ol’ grin
To hide a face full of sadness within.
Her one goal in life – in each day – was to
Make someone smile at least once. Even go
As far as making them laugh – an added
Bonus for her. To make someone feel glad
Is something she knows to do, but it’s hard
To know how to help herself when her heart
Becomes overwhelmed with a gaping hole –
A void that no one can easily fill. So
Many masks to conceal ev’ry hidden tear;
To bottle ev’ry emotion; to pretend fear
Isn’t real, that it’s just a figment of her
Imagination. One mask in particular
Was red. She wore it whenever she felt mad.
It was adorned with rubies – like she had
A crown on her head. Orange flames caressed
The cheek and nose. A tiny blue stripe rested
On the tip of the bottom lip. A trace
Of sorrow and some grief was in that place.
Today she wore her fave, the joker-grinned
Mask that stood in place of her depression.
How funny it was, though, she could find time
To help ev’ryone at the drop of a dime.
With all the smiles she brings – it isn’t enough
To bring others joy, and forget herself.
As she sits on the bus sitting close to
The window, all by her lonesome. Oh so
Quiet, she was, just staring into space
As blurs of green passed at a rapid pace.
Tucking a strand of long brown hair behind
Her ear, she heard all the chatter, inclined
To maybe help with a matter, alas
No one sat next to her. Was it perhaps
That her lips were chapped? How ridiculous!
Absurd! Could it be her hair? Prepost’rous!
None of those things were the reason, she just
Didn’t know how to make friends well, because
She keeps to herself, so no one can harm
Her. But, if someone felt sad, then her arms
Would be op’n to comfort and soothe any kind
Of hurt that destroys their mood. Yet to find
Someone to soothe her growing depression,
There was no one. That’s why her obsession
Is to help others, so they will never
Go without a friend when they are under
The weather. Sighing she averted her eyes
Up ahead where a girl of a small size –
Almost pencil-thin – stepped on. Pale-skin – very ghost
Like, almost transparent – she came down the rows
Of seats until stopping at the empty
One next to the Counselor. She smiles softly.
“May I sit here?” Pale-face asks, hugging her
Sides nervously, seeming somewhat unsure.
The Couns’lor pushed her red glasses up and
Gave a small smile. Pale-face held out a hand
Introducing herself as she sat down.
“My name’s Karleigh,” she said. “I’m new in town.”
Karleigh never made very much eye-contact
Which made the Couns’lor curious; in fact,
It made her concerned – a bad habit
Of hers. Her eyes glanced down to a bracelet
That Karleigh wore, but then her eyes caught sight
Of a couple scabs of red on her white
Pale-skin. Quickly, Karleigh covered her cuts
Under her sleeve. “Please, there’s no need to make a fuss.
It’s nothing that you should worry about.”
For a moment the Couns’lor went without
Speaking. In shock, unsure of what she should
Say. This girl was hurt deep inside, she could
Not help but worry. Letting out a deep,
Heavy sigh, the Couns’lor lowered the sleeve,
Holding the girl’s wrist with care in her hand.
“This isn’t nothing,” said she, “I won’t stand
For that notorious lie. You’re in pain,
Karleigh, dear – nothing you should feel ashamed
Of. Please, tell me what’s wrong. Maybe I can
Help you out?” this is what would happen when
The Couns’lor’s mask came off; revealing her
True self – her true face – that she could never
Remember. Innocent and kind, her smile
Never fading. She waited for awhile
Before Karleigh fin’lly spoke up, her lips
Thin and tight. Her voice shook, coming to grips
With her reality that she kept hidden
For so long. “There’s so much wrong, not even
Joking. I don’t even know anymore.
All the thoughts that I refuse to explore
Have been put away and locked up, the key
Nowhere to be found. Lost in my mem’ry,
like ev’rything else I wish to forget.
To go back to a time where I could let
Myself be free and happy, instead of
Cutting away my sorrows, keeping stuff
Bottled up inside,” she sighed. “It’s like I
Wear a mask every day just to hide
My scars of pain and depression, like my
Sleeves I s’ppose. Most days, I just want to cry.
You see, I really don’t have many friends
And that’s when it gets hard. Having to fend
For myself mostly…” She was trying not
To cry. The Couns’lor could tell Karleigh fought
So hard not to, but the tears did fall, and
The Counselor was there to bring an end
To the girl’s story, holding her close to
Her. “Just cry hon,” she said, “I have been through
The same thing, I know what it means to be
Depressed, sad, disconnected and lonely.
But I have something that you haven’t got.”
“And what is that?” Karleigh asked, her voice soft.
The Couns’lor smiled, and looked her in the eye.
“You’ve got a friend who will be there to dry
Your tears; to comfort you when you’re lonely;
To be there for you with a hug that’s only
Meant for you.” She then whispered in her ear,
“I will never leave. I’ll always be here
For you whenever you need me, Karleigh.”
The girl looked at her, eyes all wide. “Really?”
The Counselor nodded and hugged her close.
“Really, I’m here when you need me the most.”