My Mask by Leahnae W.
My mask looks like the color red,
beats like a heart and traps things in my head.
It makes me feel like the color blue,
said in the inside,
happy out of the blue.
I might take it off when i’m alone,
but it depends if I feel at home.
Behind the mask you’d find a smart pretty girl
who doesn’t like to be judged,
big smile, and holds a grudge.
(From the Heights Middle School Anthology, Fall 2018)