Poetry The Mask by Charlene Valladares
I look in the mirror at the beginning of each day, and ask myself what mask I should place on my face today. No not the sad one it's too revealing, I don't want to show the world my true feelings. For the mask that you can see camouflages the true me. It's my public face that I remove each night, when I bare my soul the mirrors light. It's the one meant for only my eyes to see it speaks of all my history. It tells of my youth and girlish ways, my adolescents and my young woman’s dreams.It tells of good times of which I had my share of love lost and pain so hard to bear.So I choose my mask so carefully, to cover the face that was given to me, the one that was meant for only my eyes to see.