cracks begin to show on the mask I wear –
lines not of laughter but sorrow spread out
my lips to the frown that is always there;
slips from my face exposing inate doubt.
face should not see the light of any day
remains hidden for it I will not show;
complexion is ghostly pale almost grey –
pain that lies beneath the skin does not go.
select another facade from my chest--
it into place I feel fit for life;
hidden behind a false front is best –
to myself the worries and all the strife.
long before the cracks now begin to show?
I have another mask – I do not know.