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Mask

May 4, 2022
By C_Morr BRONZE, Big Lake, Minnesota
C_Morr BRONZE, Big Lake, Minnesota
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My mask was a filter
A delicately designed wall
With my mask up
I seem to not speak at all

But with it, all gone
You see what I think
You know what I am
And you see my in sync

Because I am a flood
That overflows
And I am a disaster
That never knows

I don’t know what I’m saying
And I always mess up
But I took my mask down
Hoping to feel up

It rarely works out
But I never stop
I don’t know how to end this
But i’m scared I’ll mess up


The author's comments:

This poem is about how many students and regular people felt during Covid-19. 


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