The Mask

A Poem by Lamha K.

With every smile, Her soul crumbles.
With every laugh, Her body cringes.
With every frown, a flower dies.
With every tear, a part of heaven cries.

She passes the world with a brave face,
She walks the halls with a mask.
She breathes the air of lies,
She soon became a lie.

A walking dead,
A talking head.
Her every breath feels heavy.
Everyday becomes a curse.

She took the pen,
She lost a drop.
She took a blade,
She lost some more.

The marks, they're not seen.
The sorrows, they're unknown.
The tears covered by make up,
The fake emotion masks it all.

With every passing second she's lost.
With every passing second her will is lost.
With every passing second she hates herself.
All this, because her mum told her she doesn't love her in the 7th grade...