Beautiful mask

There’s a girl,

who wears

a beautiful mask.

She paints her face,

both physically

and emotionally,

with everything

people expect

from her:

beauty,

grace,

smiles

and

perfection.

They don’t

expect her

to know

too much,

to say

too much.

She just has

a purpose

of

sitting still

and

looking pretty.

She does what

they expect,

while crying

behind the mask,

which would look

hideous to others

as makeup

smears all over her

face,

she smiles

and laughs

when deep down

she’s cracking,

snapping

and internally

Dying,

as she lies

and hides

the truest beauty,

of being herself,

because others

expected different of her.

Of her fragile

body

and fragile

mind,

which is now

all

broken

and bruised,

as she stands

on edge,

taking in a deep breath

of life,

before lying again,

to everyone

but most

importantly

herself,

saying she’s fine,

and

perhaps

she’ll

turn and walk away

or

perhaps

she won’t,

perhaps

she has had enough.

2.7.2020