The Mask I Wear
So easily you’re captivated,
Charmed by kindness, sweet and bright,
By the sound of my laughter,
My confident, steady sight,
And the sharp, quick tongue I wield.
You see a mind, a spirit bold,
A cure for your life, gray and cold,
A story of peace to be told.
But this is a mask, a role I play,
For those who need the light of day.
You couldn’t weather the tempest’s gale,
That cuts men down like death’s own flail.
No, my dear, you couldn’t bear the strain,
So dream your dream, a sweet refrain,
That I am perfect now and then.
We all need stories now and then,
To feed the fire within the soul.
Know me true, and you will run,
From pain and dread, what I’ve become,
That lives in me, beneath the sun.
The light you see, the joy, the grace,
Is but your dream reflected in my face.
Behind my eyes, a void, a cost,
The sound of broken mirror, glass that’s lost.
You see the iceberg, sun-kissed, white,
With joy and love and laughter bright.
Below, the crushing, chilling deep,
Where heavy sorrows lie asleep.
Автор: Пожарская Олеся
03.10.2025
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