Mask of Glass

Walking around, wearing a mask.

Feels like I am

Looking through 

A piece of glass.

So fragile, yet so strong.

Am I so wrong

To be this way?

To hide away in pain?

I just sit in my room,

Watching from the inside, 

Wondering how people can

Smile and laugh

When all I can feel 

Is tears and sadness.

Why am I so different

With this curse of sad?

I miss the happiness

I miss the laughter

When did it leave me?

It seems like its gone...

I wish to tear off this mask

This mask of glass

So I can show the real me

And not the cover.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Christopher Paul]

Just one word... Beautiful...