Mask

• Jie- Li Chen Mcintyre, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2015

There is a mask on my face.
It has always been there.
Only when I am by myself, it comes off.
Whenever I am in company,
Whether it is with person or creature,
It is firmly attached.
Distrust glues it to my face,
Underneath are scars of the past.
No-one needs to see me.
No-one would want to see me anyway.
When someone starts to show interest,
More layers put on.
Sometimes I can't even take it off myself.
I start to lose myself.
There is a mask on my face.
It will always be there.