The Mask


He shut the door,

And never turned around

He put on his mask,

Without making a sound

Some days he wore

A mask of faith,

A mask of love,

A mask of hate

On others he chose a mask of attitude,

A mask of happiness

A mask of gratitude

Just to fit in with others,

Like books in a pile

Even if it meant

Being someone else

for a while

His true face was one,

he never chose to show

He had vowed

to never let them know

As he looked into the mirror

At the end of each day

He tried to find himself

And put all the masks away

But there were too many,

And he failed to recognize

The innocent face hidden

Behind the disguise..


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