poetry

The Mask #Poem

Mask


This mask I wear
is a burden I bear


The pain is leaden;
dragging me to the ground
I smile through it;
don’t make a sound


This mask I wear
is my despair


You demand my silence;
With the guilt and shame.
I made the mask for you;
For you I play this game.


This mask is me;
All you can see

This is a poem I wrote about the mask I wore to get through work every day. A facade I used to mask the pain I was in from customers and co-workers and to get the job done. At the same time I faced a lot of stigma there and I wore a that mask to hide the suffering I was enduring because they were incapable of compromise but loved to play the ‘you should feel guilty for being ill’ game.   https://w.atcontent.com/-/7SDcLbOAOXM/nikki.albert/5V8vlrQBe6p.text/Panel/Autocheck

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