Mask

 

I think I’ve got so good

at wearing this mask

that people don’t notice

when its been displaced,

they only see the smile

I wear on my face

not the grimace

I keep trying

to replace.

 

I’ve been screaming

my lungs out,

but the mask

muffles my shouts.

Makes all seem fine

when I’m wracked

with doubt,

when I feel my world

has been unzipped

and the stuffing pulled out.

Like I’ve ripped my last nerve

and the pain is pouring down.

But still the smile sticks

in place, its fixed,

I can’t shift it

even a little bit.

 

I think this mask

and me have fused.

I’m now walking

around in a daze,

mind warping and confused,

but all that shows on the surface

is the same dumb grin

holding a gun to the pain within.

If I could run,

I would,

but what would be the good

when you can’t outrun the flood

that is pooling inside the brain.

So, I smile.

Though inside I wish

for someone to take me away from this

for just a minute,

to remind me that I exist

that would be bliss.

 

 

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