She looks each person in their eyes and smiles
In hopes they don't see her nervousness
She introduces her self
And explain everything
Sometimes she have to repeat herself
A soft voice she was born with
But her job is to relive others anxiety not her owns
So she where a social masks
And takes it off on her way home
Silence she needs
A headache formed under that mask
Because it's hard to breathe under the social mask
So she stay in bed all day dreading the day she have to put that social mask back on
Prompt from @quietstormpoet1 on Threads.
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