Mask

• Olivia Funnell, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2008

Her peroxide
Burns my scalp
Her clothes
Suffocate me
Her smile
Gags me

The pretender
The slum

Massaging her into my skin everyday
Forcing her personality through my pores
Her laugh pierces my lungs

An addiction
A cover
A mass conspiracy

I shave off her hair
Rinse her face
The lines of time begin to show
Slowly she melts away

To rest she will lay for a few hours at least
I come to life
Soaring through my dreams
As if they were my life

Dammed the moment when she has awakes
Her peroxide
Burns my scalp
Her clothes
Suffocate me
Her laugh
Gags me

I fade away
An onlooker to her life
Hidden beneath the mask
I lay

No one will ever know
No one will ever see
No one brave enough to peel back the mask
Leak it's secrets to the world
Concealed I will be
Waiting for my saviour
To free me from her

The mask is she
I not her