the mask

Be Social

Get up

put on the mask

be in the crowd

 Don't let them know

Speak

empty words

if you speak at all

but 

They all picked up on my silence,

the lack of emotion in my face,

how I just seemed to stand there

hollow

following anyone

or anything

that could have been said.

Looking at them

I could only see

faces of concern, and grief.

With that I could only feel the mask start to break,

as if

the muscles in my face were trying to shake the mask off

I wanted to cry.

Feelings of mortification

their eyes on me,

making cuts into the mask.

 

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