The Mask . . . .

She couldn’t reveal it to anyone,

It was all buried in her heart,

So she hid her real face behind her mask,

She was afraid to come out and face the world.

She was petrified to see the suffering,

And pitied the human race,

She was sorry for the world,

And ashamed of her own kind.

“Why couldn’t they let go of their guns?” she thought,

She poured out her woes, help she besought,

But still, she kept on her mask,

Just to hide her tears and suffering . . . .

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