The Mask
The Mask
So softy sealed her lips keep all,
The hurt and pain only she recalls
From dimming the light of someone’s day,
Just to hear the words ‘are you OK?'
A disguise so real, no one would know
The day to day struggle I long to show,
Through the beauty and laughter of a delusory mask
It’s no wonder they don’t even stop to ask
If my life is still perfect as soo...
Sunday 22nd April 2018 3:50 pm
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