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Poem: Masks
The masks I wear are several.
“I’m okay”, is one,
When I don’t want to say
What is hurting me that particular day.
The “hiding” mask is my most favorite,
With that mask I can simply stay in my pen,
And not have to reveal what is within.
The “false brave” one is my common,
For with a pill I can pretend,
To not be anxious,
cause of course, that’s such a sin.
I’m sure there are others that I don
Here and there,
Only if could learn to handle life,
Maybe I could be mask-less I swear.
#Anxiety #Hiding #medicate #ChronicDepression #SelfMedicating
