Like my mask?
Can't you see?
Stop with that task.
Just look at me!
So, it's invisible?
That's what I wanted.
It's not invincible,
In fact, rather distorted.
You say "You look fine."
Just look again.
Don't you see that I can't shine?
You just might, not now but then.
Why can't you see,
This mask of mine?
I fake my glee
And my feelings, I confine.
~a poem by Elizabeth Kay on chronic illness~
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PoetryA book full of poems on things that are just never said. *All photos seen in this book, including the cover, were photos taken by me~ Elizabeth Kay ~using my cellphone*
