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  • Writer's picturegauri nadkarni choudhary

The Mask

The mask I wear today,

Has become a thorn in my side,

I can't breathe easy,

It is just too tight.

Is this the first mask I wore?

I wore one with a fake smile,

behind which I hid my tears.

I wore one in public,

the one that showed my fun side,

Hiding my anxious thoughts.

I wore one at work,

the one of super human strength,

that hid the hunger headaches

And dark circles of sleepless nights.

I wore one for the society,

the one that said I didn't care,

How their taunts didn't hurt,

How their ignorance didn't break my heart.

Why is this mask so heavy,

the one which actually protects me,

Is it because the other masks,

Have hid my face from me?

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