The Mask

The mask.

 

A cover,

For the pain,

The struggle,

The longing.

 

A disguise,

To camouflage,

The hate,

The anger,

The tears,

With joy,

And happiness.

 

That skillfully crafted mask

Fools everyone,

Except me.

 

Leave that mask behind,

And show me,

Your true emotions.

The End

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