My Masks
I have many masks,old and new,
packed away in boxes
or
lined up in a drawer like
freshly cleaned socks.
There is one
for every
moment
every
ocasion.
The one
for school that is
my most prized mask,
that allows me to fool
not only my fellow classmates but
my teachers and
friends.
It hides
my eyes behind fake glimmers
and my sighs behind laughs.
Truly,a prized mask.
There is one for home,
a far less detalied
one
allowing my eyes
and sighs to be
known,
but ignored,
passed off as a
hard day at school,
or stress about a test
the next day.
Oh,there are countless others,
more then I know.but one thing
is
constant...
I always wear a mask,
and no one can make
me lower it,
or let m emotions
break through.
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