Sun, 10/12/2014 - 13:33 -- Jay_M
It's morning, so I put on a face
A standard smile, an easy base
A mask to lock me up inside
Deep down where my emotions hide
A face to wear for everyday
I know the right passwords to say
I don't seem too bright or seem too dim
I don't smile too much or look too grim
Sometimes my mask starts to slip
Stop and hold, get a grip
Take a deep breath, count to ten
And paint my face back on again
But when I'm home, I shut my door
I set my stuff down on the floor
I look at the mirror, but I can't see
Or recognize a glimpse of me
So I let it drop
And then I stop
Only to do it again and again
And maybe every now and then
    For something


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