Mask Of Pain.

The mask of pain
Dark and ornate
I used to wear
I used to hate

The mask of pain
Falls from my face
Nothing left
But the imprint of lace

The mask of pain
Pressure on my skin
Now it's gone
I feel nothing again

The mask of pain
Absent when I see
My estranged reflection
Am I still me?
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First of two poems about the same subject, but each a bit different.