The Smiling MASK

I noticed she was wearing a mask and curiosity got the better of me. Today l decided to snatch away the MASK and what l found underneath there left me in a state.

I realized the mask was covering her true self, the mask was covering a whole lot of fears and pain.

She is broken, she is weak. She needs no water as her tears have created a fountain. Her true-self.

The pain, the hurt, she knows it all. When you see her she is always smiling, she advices, she motivates, she preaches strength that she herself lacks. Ohh yes she shares the smile and laughs with those who have never seen the mask she wears.

She is dead on the inside, she is said to be alive all because the soul is intact with the body. Even death seems to be rejecting her, so she decides to wear the Smiling MASK. I call it the Smiling MASK for a reason, it covers a lot of pain. Lucky will be the person who unvails the mask and gets to see her true self, for it has stuck on her and is a perfect fit, you wouldn’t know it’s a mask unless you dig deep within her fears.

The Smiling MASK,

Eish my ink is not writing clearly now, maybe it’s finished. Ohh no it’s not, it is these tears that have wet my paper, making the ink fail to deliver its purpose. I am placing it down and take something l had put aside.

I put my smiling MASK back on, for a moment there l had almost forgotten who l am.

She is broken, she needs a lot but for now she will continue living as much as death seems a better option she chooses life.

She is me…

The Smiling MASK…