Mask

Poem By Mandi Meyer

It's this or it's that but I really don't care.
I'm only concerned with the pain we both bear.
Ultimately the cost of blood is paid,
But I can't help that it's left me afraid.
I lie here crying on the floor.
My soul is dying here once more.
Knowing that I must greet the dawn,
Once again my mask is on.

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