Masks

Here is the third and final poem I’ve written this year that I’m most proud of:

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Some are thin

And some are thick

Though you pry,

most masks will stick.

My mask is what others see

Instead of knowing the real me.

What you mean as grey

Is seen as black

But if you try

The mask will crack.

Without it I glow

Without them we thrive

We thought that we’d need

The masks to survive.

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Thanks for reading! That’s it for poems until, well, next year. ;)

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