I get off my bed, I go to the mirror,
I see a horror not yet ready to be clear.
A girl with a mask tethered to her face,
The mask part of her grace.
She looks at herself through me and sees,
A girl wanting to break free, too accustomed to the mask's embrace. She stays lost in the masks happy face Her true emotions buried deep inside,
Behind the mask, her feelings hide.
© Nm