Masked Up

Contemplating...so much on my mind
But I smile and I dance and I sing along
Eyes don't want to see scars,
So many think I have none.
Yet, if I sat you down to listen,
I could recount each one, each stitch that makes me...me
But would you listen?


Would you listen if it meant breaking away from your security?
Would you listen if it put a mirror up to your farce?


Those Eyes would not hear my words, but instead look for a sign
A sign that this is a joke.
One that would quickly bring back that mask and make it all bearable.
It is easier, when you don't have to glance at others' pain
And when you lack empathy, claiming bits of sympathy.


So, I'll make your day...simple
Don't look my way.
Just keep in the back of your "open" mind,
I'm not wearing that mask,
Well...at least not today.

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