Masks

By: Skyla

(This poem won 3rd place for Senior Poetry in my High School Magazine. I'm happy.)


The masks we show fill up a bag

or two or three or four,

they change each day, if not each hour

I wonder who has more.


The popular girl who cries each night?

The boy who never laughs?

New kids who will never fit?

I see so many masks.


Forever hiding from the world

that "real self" we feel.

So many different masks we show

are any of them real?

MASKSABO
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