finely crafted for me
over years of
negative reinforcement training
perfect alabaster mask
attached while I
slept and laughed
thought I would not notice
I never really sleep, though do I
worn patiently
became everything
expected of me
I gave, and they took
till nothing was left
but the mask
so I grabbed
round the edges
ripped
agony pulling through skin
but the sun feels so good
shining on my face
no one ever knew
or cared who was
underneath
as long as the mask
stayed tightly in place
it's been removed
smashed to smithereens
I never was that mask
you'll all be dealing
with me now
K.B. Silver
About the Creator
K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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