My Poetry

Mask

Bright smiles and happy faces,

But not all is what it seems to be.

Everyone has a mask, each one different from the last.

One may be close to truth, but never so.

One may be an entirely different as to what the wearer feels.

And for this one girl nothing has ever been real.

Do you know who she is?

This little girl who didn't exist?

Her feelings?

Her thoughts?

Perhaps not.

Her peacocks are dead.

Her stars have been banished.

Everything is black.

I can't just vanish

Ah, the night the darkest hour

It's then she realizes she isn't living.

She is only trying to hold on for just one more sun.

Just waiting for the night to be done.

But this is her last, and all that's left

is her mask