Sewn ones

Shopped ones

Neck gators

Bandanas

Loops over the ears

Loops around the head

Ones with funky fabric

Ones in surgical white

Ones in plain patterns

Ones in all black

Pleated ridges and squares

Curvy nose bridges and wires

GIANT PLASTIC SHIELDS OF MIGHT!

And

Every

Single

One

Is

Beautiful

Because that person chose to care

There’s a girl,

who wears

a beautiful mask.

She paints her face,

both physically

and emotionally,

with everything

people expect

from her:

beauty,

grace,

smiles

and

perfection.

They don’t

expect her

to know

too much,

to say

too much.

She just has

a purpose

of

sitting still

and

looking pretty.

She does what

they expect,

while crying

behind the mask,

which would look

hideous to others

as makeup

smears all over her

face,

she smiles

and laughs

when deep down

she’s cracking,

snapping

and internally

Dying,

as she lies

and hides

the truest beauty,

of being herself,

because others

expected different of her.

Of her fragile

body

and fragile

mind,

which is now

all

broken

and bruised,

as she stands

on edge,

taking in a deep breath

of life,

before lying again,

to everyone

but most

importantly

herself,

saying she’s fine,

and

perhaps

she’ll

turn and walk away

or

perhaps

she won’t,

perhaps

she has had enough.

2.7.2020

A beautiful mask,

to cover the lack of empathy.

I fell,

head over heels,

again and again.

Tumbling forward,

unable to see the truth

under that mask of manipulation.

I doubted myself,

when I should have been doubting you.

Gullible and vulnerable.

A fool for you.

Needlessly hurt,

at my own hand,

because you hid under the mask of beauty,

and I could not see,

how easily I could be freed.

He fell in love,

not with her,

but with her mask.

Beautiful it was,

but he never knew,

that under that mask,

she was dying.

Choking,

and suffocating,

slowly,

painfully.

And,

the golden girl,

he saw before him,

was made of ashes.

Both will disintegrate

the smile and the art

these eyes and magazine

this nose and the article concealed

the face and the cover

the feather and the cap

will all be blown as one

ashes to ashes

dust to dust

...

dearly departed

that beautiful mask

till now was us

even the vanity we glanced from behind the glass has become just a passing thought

07.05.2020

A Beautiful Mask challenge @Ernaline

she could be beautiful.

at least her mask is.

her cover-up,

her facade,

the pretending

that saves her from

herself.

you look at her,

you see it.

bright lipstick,

tight smile.

flutterly lashes,

moist eyes.

long legs,

shaky knees.

the mask,

it's going to shatter.

what's she hiding?

Magnificent, spectacular, breathtaking, overflowing sweetness with angelic touch of cuteness. If she wasn't perfect who else was, she heard the whispers of others delightfully.

When she was alone she took off the mask she wear. Under the mask the face she hide, full of scars, scratches, cracks, marks she managed to smile.

If I wasn't perfect who else was? She whispered to herself.

How dare I make myself feel

so

small

How dare I put my wit in a box,

How dare I snuff the matches of my tongue,

How dare I submit

How dare I wilt

How dare I shut down

Because of the fear

that people

will not love it: all.