My Mask


I wear a mask of stoicism.

Even if the violence,

The irritation,

The hypocracy and hate,

They get to me and cause my blood to boil.

But, I can't let them get to me.

My mask is what keeps me calm,



My mask is my shield.

No one can back me into a corner if I don't let them.



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