The Mask
I wish I had and iron mask the hide behind. So the pain sorrow and tears wouldn't show up on my face.
My mask would have a permanent smile on it's face. So people wouldn't ask me if I was ok. Then I wouldn't have to lie and say I'm fine.
But, a mask even one of iron only would last so long. Before it started to rust and fall apart because of the tears you cry inside.
The mask can only protect you for so long. Sometimes you have to let the world around you crumble a part.
The End.











