The mask

Standard

“How’s it going?”

I saw the look on his face when my reply didn’t satisfy

Confusion, pity, shock

I didn’t have the strength to put it on

Instead, I reached for the flimsy one

The dollar store variety that doesn’t hide much

Doesn’t hide the fact that I’d rather be anywhere but here

Anywhere but out in the world, feeling raw

Exposed for all to see my sadness, my sorrow, my brokenness

It’s all too much for this flimsy impostor

But the real one – hah! – the “real” one

Was just too

Damn

Heavy.

(Written: Feb 2014; Performed: TBD)

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