1. Just My Mask
Of course I'm fine, why do you ask?
Oh, don't mind this, it's just my mask.
It hides the grief, it hides the strife.
I wear this mask to escape the knife.
Published: September 2017
I'm reading these poems because I have struggled with my mental health and reading the way other people can describe it helps me to write better poems.
Of course I'm fine, why do you ask?
Oh, don't mind this, it's just my mask.
It hides the grief, it hides the strife.
I wear this mask to escape the knife.
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