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 notices, because its not important

Only until it becomes

inconvenient.