There a a series of Masks

They come in many forms:

from smiles and laughter

from contempt and scorn.

I hide behind many

but not enough.

I use them to keep away from others

to save my heart. 

It has been broken and stomped on

By people who said they loved me so many times. 

I use my masks to hide the glass fragments, held by glue

inside of a little heart shaped cavity

To stay safe from hurt and you.






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