Centre of the group, making everyone laugh,
A smile that will always last,
Jokes that would make you forget the past,
Only Very few will know it’s a mask,
A smile so big even family can’t see,
the pain that is lingering beneath,
The past won’t change, but the present is key,
Vision’s of the future, but it’s not a relief,
A past like he’s just screams confession,
Success to failure, in quick succession,
Doomed... with the burden of depression!!
The hardest task,
Is to rid of he’s thick mask!
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michaelpohl1006 (
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- Category: Reflection
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We all wear a mask and sometimes many, one for each role. A good read
Everytime you open your wardrobe to pick an outfit you are subconsciously picking a Mask to go alone with the outfit.
I appreciate your time to read and comment.
Eyes have been called the windows of the soul, and whom will look in those shall know more than the fellow wearing a mask desires. Beautifully rendered with excellent imagery and a poignancy which seems to beg for...help. Thank you for sharing.
A lovely write around the wearing and hiding behind the mask, relatable to many. The difficult part is choosing which mask to wear for each occasion, nicely expressed and written
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