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Write a poem that includes this line:

'The mask is slipping'.

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Masking Pain

The mask is slipping

Time is ticking

I get stabbed in the leg

I look down— nothing is there

A pain shoots up my calf

This isn’t fair

I look around

Every sound

Is too loud

Everytime someone asks me:

_ Are you okay?_

__

I want to physically recoil

_I’m fine_

Is all I say

Because what else can I say?

Should I tell them an invisible person is stabbing me in the leg?

Or ...

The Mask Is Slipping

The mask is slipping

Down

Down

Down

My face.

It has become slick with defiant tears.


The mask is slipping and melting

Into a new one


My words have turned into a ghost

And floated away


My thoughts filled my head

They piled high


Towered,

Over,

Me,


It sits on my chest and I can’t breath

The expectations

The unknown

No one notice...

My Mask Is Gone

SHIT

My mask is slipping

Is it too late to put it back on

Is it too late to fill the hole I dug


She’s figuring it out

I’m too far deep

Too far in this lie

Too far in this personality


If she figures out I’m toast

Dead

Relationship gone


The heat is rising

The urge to tell her

Encapsulates my thoughts

Fighting in my brain


I’m digging deeper with every sentance

My mask is almost gone

It’s too la...

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If you could be friends with yourself,

what would your answer be?

Do you even know who you are,

or are you also lying to me?


True self is now fiction

Originality’s been cast aside

A thousand faces with one routine

Truth replaced with filters and pride


They chase applause and acceptance

with their hollowed black eyes

Every perfectly curated life

Built out of easy white lies


But the mask is sli...

Becoming

I used to speak in echoes,

repeating what the world wanted to hear.

Every smile rehearsed,

every nod calculated.


But lately,

my laugh comes too early,

too loud—

and I let it.


The lines around my eyes

are real this time.

No performance.

No shield.


Someone called my name,

and I turned without flinching.

I didn’t brace.

I didn’t shrink.


The mask is slipping.


Not from fear.

Not from failure.

But ...

The Mask Is Slipping

The mask is slipping

Revealing eyes that hold dark secrets

And a smile with a wicked grin

The face of a monster now appears

Scars are visible along his cheeks

Long and deep like a blade wound

The mask is slipping

A sight that gives nightmares

A being that thrives on fear

The mask is slipping

Revealing your final fate...

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Eyes always watching.

Face always smiling.

Eyes always relighting.

Mind always wandering.

Lizzie Thompson was the popular of the popular. The best of the best. The queen bee.

Nice, funny, smart, pretty, hot boyfriend.

The full package.

But thats always the surface. Her mask.

And now it’s slipping.

Drunk dad.

Absent mum.

Every teens dream.

Every opportunity to throw a party.

Lizzie threw parties o...

ā€˜Til Dawn

Here, I lay in fear as I feel the mak slipping. I consume and have made this mask to be one with my face so they don’t recognize me when night crawls, solar lights come up, sun sets, and cicadas don’t know when to rest. I sleep to my uncontrol throughout the day when the sun arises and glistens on my face, but when all else fades some thing else wants to come out and play. I lay in bed now looking...

This Mask

This mask is tied

Onto a lonely hide

Over meat that long since withers

And banks where tears carved rivers

This mask is tied so tight


This mask is slipping

With a sound of ripping

Strings torn away from gilded bone

And pearls scraped off of silver dome

This mask slips into the night


This mask is hung

Off of a rung

Where young soles of rubber

And dark whispers mutter

This mask is hung in li...

Mask

The mask is slipping off my face

And I don’t know how to make it ok

I wish you knew the pain of the day

But I can’t say


The mask is slipping

The pain is showing

Tears well in my eyes


I refuse medicine

Because it would mean

Admitting how bad it hurts


About to black out

About to sob

About to crumple to the floor


My body betrays me

It aches and it breaks

It hurts

And It just keeps getting worse...