There a a series of Masks
They come in many forms:
from smiles and laughter
from contempt and scorn.
I hide behind many
but not enough.
I use them to keep away from others
to save my heart.
It has been broken and stomped on
By people who said they loved me so many times.
I use my masks to hide the glass fragments, held by glue
inside of a little heart shaped cavity
To stay safe from hurt and you.