a masking ritualA Poem by nikki leato admit that one is a defect, a flaw in the great design, it holds a bravery and a strength that allows one to continue in life on a different path than those around you. opened eyes allow me to see the suffering under a smile the telltale signs of pain and depression that hide under a mask. most of the time the mask is in firm place held by stubbornness but now and then the facade is too difficult to remain allowed to crumble someone peers in and sees the truth they stumble backwards as if the sight is too much pain to bear just once i would like someone to look at that broken reflection and allow the mask to go back up without a spoken apology so the mask stay on unless the crowds are gone and no eyes remain it becomes part of a ritual, awaken and shower the nightmare away, look in the mirror put the mask in place walk out the door without a second delay
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