The Masks We Wear
By Michelle Simon We wear masks every moment of every day, But most of them don’t look like this. Our masks, or at least my personal collection, Consists of various smiles and laughs, Grins and mouths murmuring “I’m fine.” Then again, some of my masks do look like this one: Cold and broken, pitiless and bitter; Or maybe that is how this one makes me feel. As if I have been born from stone and Carve my expressions when I get ready in the morning. Or maybe I was once alive, With rosy cheeks, and eyes that were windows to my soul. But now my eyes have lost their spirit, And my body is cracked and frozen from the pounding of fists, Knocking too late against my strong, stone, shield-of-a-heart, like it’s a door. Like it will ever open up for you again. What do my masks make you feel? How do you think I feel under my masks? Or, when you look at me, do you forget That I have any true feelings at all? Michelle is a freshman. She enjoys reading and drawing in her spare time.
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Epiphany Literary Magazine is a safe space for students at Franklin High School to share their creativity. Archives '16-'20
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