This is my response to the week's prompt, "The mask".
A soul so true but unsure
Can't tell the way
The world constantly making her abhor
Every single day
A mask worn to harbour
All the sweetness and care.
A soul so true but unsure
Whether to hate or to love
Many approach and aim to destroy
The others approach with pure intentions
Either way, there's a mask for everyone.
A soul so true but unsure
On good days, a 'smiling mask' appears
On bad days, a 'smiling mask' still appears
You can never tell her next moves
But rest assured, she's three steps ahead of you.
With love, wongi ✨
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