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My Poems
Robert Walters Sr.

The Mask

You look at me and I see the same
My mask works well but doesnt hide the pain
I go through the motions at work and at home
The worst time for me is when I have time alone
As my mind drifts away and tries to comprehend
The only thing that comes back is how it did end
You feel the clutches of pain breaking your heart
You keep asking yourself why was I a part
The guilt the anger the rage deep inside
Is all part of the mask and what you hide
The answers you seek you know they are not there
It consumes your heart and soul with each breath of air
You just want to scream and really shout
Why did this all have to come about
The night is ending and starts a brand new day
So you put your mask on in that same old way
This isnt easy and you will never forget
All you have left is a life or regret

Author: Robert Walters Sr.