When they leave, they're prepared to slap that mask on and play the games of the outside world- while I struggle to keep their feelings at bay. It is my job to keep the festering misery from unleashing. I become a vessel for their pain. I tuck it away in my pocket of sorrow.
© 2005 leluna
Copying this work to another webpage without author permission is plagiarism.
Plagiarism is a misdemeanor, usually punishable by fines of $100-$50000 and up to one year in jail.
Printed from www.DarkPoetry.com/dp/11184/71235 on Wednesday December 03rd, 2008 12:01 AM
Certain elements © 1996-2008 Matthew Steven (matts.org)
Comments on The mask