The dawning of a new day.
A new mask is chosen,
selected for this day.
I place it upon my face.
This mask works a charm.
I mask myself from the world
that envelopes me,
surrounds me,
suffocates me.
I hide beneath this facade
of smiles and bright eyes.
Yet underneath the surface,
underneath this perfectly positioned mask,
I am dying inside.
Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 5:46 AM UTC
The dawning of a new day.
A new mask is chosen,
selected for this day.
I place it upon my face.
This mask works a charm.
I mask myself from the world
that envelopes me,
surrounds me,
suffocates me.
I hide beneath this facade
of smiles and bright eyes.
Yet underneath the surface,
underneath this perfectly positioned mask,
I am dying inside.
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