Once I wore a mask to conceal myself from the world. At first, it was a way to appear okay and ordinary.
But after a while, I wore it like armor. Every day was my battle. A war being raged inside me.
Yet all anyone could see was a false face. As eyes cold like steel stared out at them. A smile rarely graced my face.
I have removed my mask before, a few times. Though I always held it close to me. I used it to feel safe.
I hadn't even noticed I began wearing it again. Despite it's cracks and chips it nonetheless it fools the eyes.
I do not know if I shall remove it or leave it on. Do I have any reason to remove it? Have I been exposed too long? Must life be a masquerade once more?
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Poems From a Mad mind.
PoésiePoems I have written. They tend to be quick reads. Some sad, happy, depressing, deep, and everything in between. They are not all good but I like to think I have a few good ones scattered through. Some are short some are longer. So are simple some a...
