She removes the mask that to the world she wears
\nBehind which she hides all her cares
\nFor she fears the judgmental stares
\nShould she be seen as weak
\nAnd falling away are the other faces
\nShe wears in the other places
\nAs she adjusts to fit in the labels spaces
\nFor acceptance is all she does seek<\/p>\n
Mother, worker, boss and Friend
\nShe changes the face to suit each end
\nDifferent ones for each who on her depend
\nSo all will have no fears
\nThat she cannot keep under control
\nAnd fill for them her appointed role
\nBut inside, torn apart is her soul
\nShown when removed is her faces by bubbling tears…<\/p>\n
She removes the mask that to the world she wears Behind which she hides all her cares For she fears the judgmental stares Should she be seen as weak And falling away are the other faces She wears in the other places As she adjusts to fit in the labels …<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[7,1],"tags":[244,1899,1154,1900,65,1896,1898,1897],"class_list":["post-1745","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-life","category-uncategorized","tag-coping","tag-cry","tag-depression","tag-help","tag-life-2","tag-mask","tag-tears","tag-woman","column","twocol"],"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7EI4f-s9","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":1743,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/elle-enleve-son-masque\/","url_meta":{"origin":1745,"position":0},"title":"Elle Enleve Son Masque","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"21st May 2010","format":false,"excerpt":"Elle enleve le masque qu'elle montre au monde Derriere lequel elle cache ses soucis Elle craint les juges regards Et tous ses autres visages un autre visage un autre masque un autre masque pour un autre role cherchant a se faire accepter Mere, employee, patron et amis Elle change de\u2026","rel":"","context":"In "1916 Easter Rising"","block_context":{"text":"1916 Easter Rising","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/category\/irelands-wars\/1916-easter-rising\/"},"img":{"alt_text":"","src":"","width":0,"height":0},"classes":[]},{"id":4202,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/babys-birth-remembered\/","url_meta":{"origin":1745,"position":1},"title":"Babys Birth Remembered","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"10th December 2017","format":false,"excerpt":"Baby's birth remembered: The snow falls on the ground. 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