Brave Mask
The sunlight shines into her room, letting her know it's another day she will have to put on her brave mask, even though she feels like scattered broken pieces thrown on the floor.
Somewhere, along the way she gave up her fight and put on a brave mask to hide what is truly going on.
She's been broken and torn apart so many times, on her sleeve she wears her broken and barely beating heart.
She has tried so hard not to let anyone see just how broken and fragile she truly is.
The mask is starting to break, and when it does everyone will finally see just how broken and fragile she truly is.
That's what scares her the most, everyone finding out that the brave mask she wears is just that - a mask.
A mask she uses to hide the broken and fragile person behind it.
~ Paula Pratt, my mom
This one I relate to most
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My mum's poems
PoetryJust a collection of my mum's poems that make me cry alone at midnight
