My Mask


My mask is transparent.

My problems inside, but no one's apparent. 

The depression, the anxiety

conflicts caused by society. 

All I show is my smile, 

so others think I live a happy life style.

Writings the only time I can reveal me,

words flowing out like a poetic sea.

Someday I hope I can take off this mask, 

until now it's only seen as a difficult task. 





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