I wear the mask that laughs and smiles,
But it hides my real face,
That is an unfare disgrace.
Inside I am angry and torn
And I yell to my love I am worn.
He makes me wear the mask.
He is estatic but I am not,
I feel as if I have been bought.
He makes me wear the mask.
Someday I will break away,
To a land and will be born.
Until then I wear the mask.
Great poem! I did not know you were a poet!
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