My Golden Mask
Emotions bottled behind the maskof which no thoughts show
Beautifully carved, a blank expression
Bittersweet as no sadness can surface
yet no happiness is revealed either
This golden mask,
with blank silver eyes
becomes my burden
and my salvation
Smoothed each day
by the ignorance of others
but under the sparkling surface
are the scars of past memories
gouged into the rotting wood beneath
I take upon this mask to hide my scars
My sorrow
My pain
People pass not thinking twice
Yet some become close,
They become friends
I remove my mask
Then they become regrets
They don't like the real me
they've befriended my shield
Not me
There are more people
More friends
More regrets
and as each one goes by
my mask becomes thicker
harder to remove
heavier
more like stone
Then one day.
One friend
I try to remove my mask
to show them who I really am
but my arms cannot bare the weight
my fingers cannot reach around it
the rotting wood
beneath the gold
crumbles and falls at my feet
and that, the part most true to myself
is lost
I cannot remove the mask
for the mask
my golden shield
is now
who I am
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