She tried to tug her mask off today,
it wouldn't budge.
It stuck there,
as if she glued it on. And
she realized, she didn't want it to come off
Even though she forces a smile each day.
Even though her words are rehearsed,
lies.
"I'm okay"'s
cutting her lips, till they can't stop
bleeding red.
Even though her eyes have forgotten how to cry
after to many nights of soaked pillows
wet with tears.
She wanted the mask to come off
Until she realized, the mask
was now her.
A bright smile,
a melodic laugh.
A comforting lie
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