I am a person in a mask,
Not quite myself;
It's not a very easy task,
To speak from my cloth shell;
It's my desire to be strong,
Alas! My soul is weak;
It craves for beauties of a song,
And is a freak;
You see, my sweetness's in disguise,
I'm humorous and fragile,
Without treachery or lies
Inside I smile;
But dirty winds and harsh good-byes
Just hurt too much;
They make me ill and pretty small,
So, please, don't judge!
The look means much in our world,
But not enough,
My look is not my fault,
And neither is my love...
From Note: https://goo.gl/ScG4Hc
A Mask
© Copyright: Ирина Стародубцева 3, 2019
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