Time and time again,
the pain I see, the pain I smell, the pain I feel,
it hurts so much it seems unreal.

Time and time again,
the face you see, the joy you smell, the love you feel,
it’s just a mask to conceal.

Yet still day after day,
i carry on and I stay strong, deny what’s wrong,
just to move a day along.

When everything’s gone by,
I place my mask, on the ground and I breakdown,
with no sound louder than a sigh,
as i’m still too afraid to cry.

By Brittany Parsons.