The Mask

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On the face,

A blank white mask.

To prevent,

Others from seeing the face.

More importantly,

Not allow any emotions to be released.


Every insult,

I'll act deaf.

Every nightmare,

I'll play blind.

Every pain,

I'll pretend it's nothing.


Every person,

Blows up once in a while.

Even I,

Have my own limit.


Day by d ay,

Cracks slowly appear.

Slowly but surely,

They spread further.

Until one day...

The mask shattered.


I hear,

Every scream.

What I see,

Made my eyes bleed.

Every injury,

Feels like never ending torture.


Once that's over,

I get a new mask.

Then it starts,

All over again.

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