Masks
I can't mask this again,
I can't cover my pain!
I can't smile now,
I don't know how!
I made it this far BUT...
I don't know where we are.
Can't hide the guilt.
Can't hide the blood spilt.
Scars always show through.
What can I do?
My mask!
I prepared it...
So now I must wear it...
Just grin and bear it...
© REBEKAH SMITH November 2002.
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