Everyone uses masks
Hiding the stress of everyday tasks
Some use them to fake anger
Some reasons are even stranger
We use them to hide when we are sad
Or when people make us mad
Some are bright and colorful
Others dark and hurtful
Yet we all use them
They keep us steady like a roses stem
They're there to protect us even so
Protect our mind, our body, and soul
Not to showcase our fear
but to keep it in here
Away from prying eyes
We put on the disguise
So that we don't get hurt again and again, we hide behind the mask
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My Poems
PoetryMy poem app went to hell so I'm posting all my works here from now on. They are a mix of types and a lot are sad.
