Mask


Do you know me?

Do you see the slashed and torn heart,

Strung together by weakened strands of hope?

Do you smell the metallic stench of blood,

From where my fingers were cut

Desperately trying to put myself back together?

Do you feel the jagged scars,

Redder than the fiery streaks of light

Slicing through the horizon?

Do you taste the raw fear and the bitter bite

Of the unspoken words that burn my tongue?

Do you hear the silent pleas of help,

Refusing to slip past my lips?

A tasteless smile.

A pair of blank eyes.

A mask to shield the truth.

They’ll never guess,

Do you know me?

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