The Mask
The Mask
You hooked me with your charming ways
And I fell hard and fast.
I couldn’t have believed you
If you said it wouldn’t last.
I didn’t know what hit me
when you started with your scorn.
What should have been my harbor,
quickly became my storm.
I tried and tried to please you,
jumping through the hoops you held.
And when I couldn’t reach them,
hard to the ground I fell.
So then I walked on eggshells,
hoping that they wouldn’t break
and cause you to say things to me
my spirit couldn’t take.
I begged you for some kindness;
my lowest point in life.
You sneered and spewed more insults
at this shell that was your wife.
One day your mask slipped off your face
and shattered to the floor.
And I saw what lurked behind it,
knowing I could take no more.
Left picking up the pieces
while you deceived my family,
I had to grieve alone
and watch you reap their sympathy.
Someday your mask will slip again,
your lies will be exposed.
And you’ll stop being lauded
for the fraud that you have sold.
Next time that you go hunting
for another heart to take,
I pray you never find one
just to pillage and forsake.
I’m left now with this lesson,
having learned it once before:
Don’t tell yourself it’s sunny
while you’re standing in a storm.
And guard your heart with sword and shield,
for there’s darkness you can’t see.
Love shouldn’t make your heart break,
but rather set it free.
Copyright © Vivian Symone | Year Posted 2025
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