The Mask
In my mind there are ghost
And demons of ghost
What you see is a smile
A plastered smile
In my thoughts I am trapped
In my toxic thoughts I’m wrapped
But what you hear is a laugh
A very fake laugh
I say that I am fine
Because you never take the time
To see that there is something
When I always say it’s nothing
Copyright © Zahria Moore | Year Posted 2019
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