My Mask

A smile of a curtain,

A response of "okay",

But the true feelings,

Don't normally show.

My condition,

Not noticable to the naked eye,

Haunts me whereever I go.

The shots, needles, finger pricks,

The insulin.

It is what is hiding behind my mask.

There are times when I am not okay,

But you can't tell.

Becasue my mask is large and my shield is thick.

Ready to cover any advance.

The questions, comments,

The misunderstanding.

The ill intended cracks,

forge from ingorance

Make me grip tight to my shield

And keep on my mask,

But some make open up,

Drop the heavy armor,

And accept their care and concern.

But my mask is always ready.

 

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