The face mask I show smirks like a clown
A mask to hide and my protect my frown
The sadness grows each passing day
My depression seeks to find a way
Spilling out and ruining my plans
Of upholding my solemn bans
To keep myself friendly, helpful, and compassionate
I wish to remain abstinent
And continue to hide my fright
From all those who alight
They need not know my piles
Or wonder about my daily trials
I’ll continue on wearing this mask
The liquid horrors fill my cask
I’m content to keep on smiling
I’ll do anything to remain beguiling
My frown will never be shown
My face mask hides what never can be known.
© 2018 – 2019, Michael Shawn Sommermeyer. All rights reserved.
