The MaskA Poem by Porcelain Doll
Every morning I wake,
Wash the canvas, Put on my mask. This mask is amazing and ever changing; One day upsetting, or angry, the next, joyful and exuberant. This mask is the epitome of perfection; Long lashes, perfect skin, perfect lips, and a perfect nose. As long as you don't let anyone too close, No one will ever know. When born, everyone is born mask less: naked. Through time, and criticism, and false loves, the mask begins to form. Whether warranted, or uncalled for it begins to grow, Thicker and thicker until there is nothing left. Everyone does have a mask, hiding their flaws, their baggage, their criticism, and marks from time on earth. Some, more visible than others, more perfect, less perfect, thicker or thinner, regardless, Everyone does have a mask. © 2015 Porcelain DollAuthor's Note
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