I’m good at wearing masks,

In fact, I’ve practiced every day.

There from scars I’ve tried to hide,

Broken pieces where others slay.

No one even notices,

The masks upon my face.

They think I’m just a rock,

I’m supposed to offer grace.

I smile and go my merry way,

Add a new mask to my pile.

The wounds they gave, inside of me,

New scars added, I’m in denial.

I need a big fat closet,

To store the masks, I’ve got.

I’ll never reveal my secret,

You would know I’m not that strong.

If you learn of my weakness,

You’ll break me like the rest.

So I’ll just smile and thank you,

For putting me to the test.

And once you add your bullets

To the scars I have inside.

I’ll add your mask to my closet,

The one I continue to hide. 

© 2010 Marsha L. Brown