That Fake Mask
Why am I wearing a fake "SMILE" MASK?
If that's what you wish to ask
Let me give you the perfect response
Its pros far outweigh its cons
Behind it, I feel safe and secure
It seems to work great as a cure
Surely, it serves a purpose, a goal
when it hides broken & bruised soul
It saved me in a million different ways
When I was going through a gloomy phase
When was the first time I used it on my face?
Once the face began losing its "grace"
The despair began its new cruel chase
Captured me within its chaotic maze
Took over all the good things in life
It didn't even spare my innocent eyes
It filled it with constant lies and smiles
Attacked the mind, the natural highs
Afterward, it reached the lips as well
Struggles become the silent tell
People started saying you look well
Sure, those days were awful as hell
When the mask is gone, the face feels free
My inner beauty, you can see
Do I take my mask off sometimes?
Yeah! every day, before bedtime
But as soon as the morning arrives with sun
The mask announces its grand return
It covers the nose, lips, and eyes
Once again, I enter the world of lies
The distance between real and fake expands
The bright green turns into barren lands
Earlier, the mask wasn't that desired
Later, it became highly "required"
The necessity evolved into love too soon
Now the mask appears as a boon.
Copyright © Surbhi Sharma | Year Posted 2021
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