VIII. Mask
Wearing a mask
Permanently etched with a smile.
Never taking it off
For days at a time.
Holding back all my feelings
Gallons at a time.
Drowning in them all
Melancholy at a time.
Asked how I'm doing
Feeling just fine.
Beneath it all
Shaking and crying.
Always the same questions
Why so sad?
Instead of answering
I dawn my mask.
Never will see me crying;
For my smile
Is undying.
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