by Alex Bodnariuk10 Jan 2020
Each and every morning I wear a mask of joy
this is the way I was taught,
always to be happy, beautiful and coy.
I wear a mask of a perfect mother
which is also a perfect wife
to be completely honest, I'm living someone else's life.
The face beneath my mask
would be unrecognizable to you.
Have you ever noticed, Ralph,
the way I look at you?
Give me the permission
sometimes I think that you forget
that underneath the mask there is a