Everyday, a mask I put on from dusk till dawn. <br />I know not if its a habit forced upon. <br />As I look on, I fail to concur who's reflection it is in the mirror. <br />They say its me I see, but I remember, I was beautiful like eve. <br />Now all I see is a mask and me, which I wear n change you see. <br />I want to be four again, to be able to jump on the lane. <br />To laugh my wits out n cry out aloud, float on a cloud and lick my porridge <br />bowl. <br />To paint with hands and make bubbles dance, race with bikes and chase the mice. <br />However, hard I try the innocence seems high and dry. <br />All that I get is a mask and me. The mask which I wear and what people see as me.<br /><br />Blossom Mist<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-mask-7/
