Crumbling Mask


I bear my mask
of deceitful mirth
and unwavering confidence,
for all to glimpse this raven
clad in a dove's disguise,
as others admire shamelessly.

But within the walls
of my somber bedroom,
stands a lonely, wistful girl
clutching shattered hope to her chest,
her silent screams unheard.

And though my laughter is loud,
carefree and youthful,
a brittle delicacy
looms over me like a shadow,
threatening tears to gather
in the corners of my eyes.

But everyone accepts
only what they want to see.
So even if I removed my mask
for a moment of reprieve,
my pleas for help
would be brushed aside,
second to their false perception
of a dauntless, beautiful girl
whose reflection says otherwise.

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