You don't see my eyes...
They look away whilst my cheeks
with a band worn thin,
hold up this mask.
With effortless ease,
I maintain this smile
plastered upon the sheen
of cheap mouldable plastic.
Fooling others
with a face acceptable by default,
when my neck and collar
stain wet.
Protected and hidden
are my innermost thoughts
and emotions - a morbid
sense of oneness and freedom.
I, therefore, cannot shed
such an accoutrement.
This mask - a fort I will hold and
a bastion, I will not compromise.
Because behind it I feel safe, hidden
and unjudged.