The Mask
She longed for the days
The days when she would be able to share
To share everything
All the pains. All the terrors.
She wanted to share all these nightmares
To share them with those she could trust
The ones who wouldn't pity her
The ones who wouldn't look at her
As something corrupted
As someone corrupted by the evil
Living within the shadows of her past
She longed for those days
For she was growing weary
.......
And so she puts on her mask
Charging through life
Seeking out the ones who she could trust
As she clings to the hope that
One day she'll walk proudly
Along side the ones
Without the mask.
-Krista McCuistion.

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