Wednesday, April 16, 2025

Me, Unseen

 Behind my smiles lives a me

So different from the mask I wear.
A me who battles silent wars,
Who nurses scars that never heal.
A me who walks on fragile ice,
Who breaks a little more each day.
But still, I wear the mask
To hide the ache beneath.
And in the quiet, I pretend
That I’m still holding on.

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