Mask Of Fear

• Sara Scholz, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2014

Her mind acts on the raging beast crying to escape;
A poker face well intact, with a will that’s growing strong,
Her power burns the fuels for her nature to reshape;
Always a charm to others but never quite belongs.

I fall at the tales she tells, what she tells is right;
Not aware that cellophane is opaque by her side.
Speed is the light of leaders, in her does not shine bright;
Merely this is how I gain the strength to coincide.

The deeds she does are the misconceived;
Her approach to tasks are dreams long dead.
A love for ruin is a life of hell she grieves;
But of her misery she’s never said.

I can see through her blazing mask of fear;
Same pain we feel afar yet standing near.