this mask
This mask that covers my face,
It covers my nose scrunches,
It covers my smirk,
It covers my disgust,
It covers my reactions.
People depend on my eyes.
People depend on the tone of my voice.
My sarcasm that leaks within it.
My tiredness that peaks through.
This mask that covers my face.
It allows me to be expressionless.
a.b.
YOU ARE READING
Tarnished Beauty
PoetryYou and I, we have different stories and that's what makes us all individually unique. This is just a continuation of mine- where I try and fix myself, relapsing along the way. I hope this gives you hope or whatever you need to survive.
