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Behind The Mask
I cannot see myself,
like a shadow staring into a mirror.
To start the day,
I put on my mask.
A smile and dry tears
are my best fit.
I crack a joke to distract,
if only for a little while.
The pain hidden deep within,
somewhere between my heart and soul.
Which will break first?
Why was it that I was cursed?
Even with a titanium chest,
you may hear only the echo at best.
Each step feels like a battlefield.
I fear if I stop,
I'll run straight into my past.
"Fake it until you make it" is how I will last.
