Masks

By , Manassas, VA
Death was the reason
Everyone was present at Thanksgiving
Their company not a comfort
For not everyone was living

As others pulled through
I forgot about me
How I should act
Who I pretend to be

Now my facade
Is desperate and wrong
It’s not the mask
I’d like to put on

Still, a mask is a mask
And it’s all you need to see
After all, I don’t even remember
Which mask is the real me





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