Mask
Tears roll down her face,
She pushes them aside,
And in an instant,
They are replaced
She arranges the tattered mask,
Hiding from everyones view,
Inside shes coming undone,
Piece by piece,
Seem from seem,
Replaying all the loses,
A never ending battle,
Between past and future.
The demons taunt,
Using every second,
Her mind they haunt,
Never giving her peace,
Talking her outta her release
They torment her with a twisted
Promise of ease.
She awakes praying for the strength ,
Just to make it thru today,
Knowing at any second,
Her resolve may break
Even so,
She plasters that smile on her face,
Hiding behind her only safe space
Showing nerves that she fakes,
And thru it all somehow,
Pulls herself together well enough,
To put a smile on your face.
Copyright © Ash Motes | Year Posted 2017
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