This mask I wearis a burden I bear
The pain is leaden;dragging me to the groundI smile through it;don’t make a sound
This mask I wearis 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.