The Mask
This mask I wear,
she serves me well,
she hides my pain,
so they can't tell.
They see her smile,
never my tears,
she shows no sorrow,
she fights all my fears.
They believe she is me,
if only they knew,
that she is my mask,
my saviour too.
My scars she hides,
behind laughter and lies,
she say's she is fine,
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dreamweaver519 (Nance) Nice
dreamweaver519 (Nance)
Nice write
Saw comparison of myself in this one.
Hope you find some peace within
Nance :)