The Black Laced Mask

I am the black laced mask in the back of the room

The one that gazes through the wooden window

I brush red paint on my chin

I won't release tears from within

I am the black laced mask in the hallway

The one that glares at each face

The one that always meets a glare

Tears are something I won't share

I am the black laced mask outside

The one that watches girls jump rope

I watch their small heads bob

I won't sob

I am the black laced mask on the ground

I can no longer hear a sound

My eyes still work though

Wide enough to see millions of rows

Of boys

Of girls

But I only see one girl

I belonged to her once

But if she can fly

She doesn't need a plane

Or mask

I am the black laced mask flying in the air

Far away

Over rivers, over lakes

Till I find someone to serve

Again

Again

And again

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