Mask We Wear
The Mask I wear is of a Comedian
Not showing the world I hurt
For when you laugh or cry looks the same
Sarcasm is rooted in pain.
The Mask I wear is of an Introvert
Being lonely than risk not being liked
I keep to myself and try not to falter
Failure is rooted in Rejection.
The Mask I wear is a Social Butterfly
My calendar is packed my life lacks depth
The gift of the gab is for me
My Personality is rooted in Insecurity.
The Mask I wear is of a Perfectionist
Everything running on my watch smoothly
Living in a constant state of something going wrong
My Obsessiveness is rooted in Anxiety.
The Mask that I wear is of a Monk
Showing my calm as if nothing is wrong
Never facing my bottled up emotions
My Composure is rooted in Chaos within me.
Dated 29.8.22
Copyright © Carol Mitra | Year Posted 2020
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