The Mask

You wear a mask on your face; it’s Mardi gras
every day no one sees the disappointments
dripping off your chin, or the stains coloring
your cheeks from crying not too long ago
or hears the pain in your voice as it cracks, you
quickly clear your throat, they don’t understand
the depth of the smile you rush to turn on
like Christmas lights to brighten up their day.

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