THE MASK
Everyday, she puts on The Mask.
The Mask keeps her sane,
It keeps her from breaking,
Shattering.
It keeps her thoughts concealed,
Her face blank.
But every so often,
If only for a second,
The Mask slips,
And if you watch closely,
You get a glimpse,
A glimmer,
A shadow,
Of the inner workings
Of her soul.
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