THE MASK

I sit before the mirror and remove the mask

A face stares back at me....'who are you' I ask?

I get no answer....still I search

What will I find....a boon or a curse?

There's a smile on my lips....but beneath with fury i seethe.

I wear a mask of confidence....but i am crumbling beneath.

My eyes so bright.....they shine with unshed tears.

The lines on my forehead......they are about countless fears.

To the world i seem happy....secure and content

But inside I am rotting.....can't you get the stench?

~ Mayuri Sharma ~

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