The Mask
By Isobel Weiner 813
A small smile is plastered onto her face
As if somehow it will hide the deep pain
Tears from before are gone without a trace
And she pushes down thoughts of the insane.
For during the day she is quite carefree,
But when the night comes she takes off the mask,
Which conceals something monstrous and scary,
Her dark feelings in which she must now bask.
And the tears threaten to spill down her cheeks
Her heart aches for the suffering to end,
But she lives with the pain for endless weeks
Stuck in her despair in which she must fend.
And she attempts to break free from the curse,
But that just makes the darkness become worse.
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