With a heart made of paper mache,
A mask I had made the same way,
One to fill a vacant place inside,
The other tries to portray a lie.
But they still see my eyes behind,
That smiling face, they all see my eyes.
My heart made of paper mache,
And a mask I made to face my friends,
Because they don’t understand the way,
The hurting they say will fade away,
Never did; Stays the same.
So I pretend; I wear that face.
Smiling like they think I should,
A paper smile protects my pride,
A paper heart remains to this day.
Heart made of paper mache fills an empty place.
A mask I use to face each day,
Smiling for me to make them believe I am okay.
Made me a heart today.
Made from paper mache.
Made to take the real ones place.
Made to replace.
Made a new face today.
Made from paper mache.
Made it a smiling face.
Made just to face each day.
Made to hide the pain.

Paper mache hearts
Origami bodies
Folded in cranes
Molded into what ought to be

Fear in flight
Wings beating endlessly
Trying to fly
To places we will never reach

Our hopes torn
Turning into scraps of vellum
Drifting down lightly
On to brittle phellem

Thoughts become calligraphy
Ever so beautiful
But antique
To remind us we are frail
     In this paper mache world