Mask of shame

Of course I’m fine, why do you ask? I’m so use to smiling and wearing this mask.

It hides the grief, it hides the strife, I wear this mask to escape the knife.

She looks in the mirror and see’s discolored flesh, she covers her bruises and takes a big breathe.

Can anyone one hear me, or does anyone even care? Does anyone know I’m dying from despair?

Look into these eyes and peer into my soul, tell me what you see…am I broken or whole? 🥀