Mask

 Sadness could be found bound behind the mask of a clown.

Something i learnt too early in life.

I am a woman, queen, seen with priceless smile,

I wear the gown and bear the crown,

I comb libraries and also my hair

To look more beauty-fool for that's how i feel.

Because within, i burn, even at dawn,

Full of thoughts that i burn my bread in the oven too.

As a queen, I'm healthy and ready,

Everyone wants to see me happy,

To smile and rule their world.

And sadly, i have ruled out my world,

Hidden in a closet, alone, a lone woman, I cry, I sigh, I die.

I take off my Mask, the marks and scars scare me when i gaze into a mirror. 

The pain in my heart, my hat in my hand. 

My tears, fears for years,, no one cares.

To know how i feel, no one dares.

For I am a happy lady, sappy beauty, hardly worry.

Am funny and rich, they want sum of money and some honey.

Me, a helpless, hapless, hazy Lady.

Poem by: Her Excellency.

Model: Amie Desmond