The Mask Maker

Her beauty's owned by her alone.
Her sparkling smile delights.
Yet hidden deep, within her soul,
is a pain that haunts her nights.

The mask she wears may often change,
depending on how she feels.
Hastened tears dabbed dry, she powders her face.
She's "perfection" in applying her shields.

I yearn to know the girl within,
who hides behind the gloss.
For I recognize myself in her;
both clinging tightly to our loss.

I admire her strength, though it comes at a price.
How much longer can she last?
I long to hold her close to me
and remove every bloodied stain from her past.

I hope one day she'll sit with me
and reveal the girl hidden within.
For I want her to see that the masks that she makes
simply mask another one's sin.

Oh sweet friend of mine, with your smile that delights,
I earnestly pray you sleep soundly at nights.
You make such intricate masks to hide who you are,
but your very own face is the most beautiful by far.

All of my love to you DeeDee, Love Kristen, your friend XXX

dedicated to Dee love Kristen.
Dated: 14/03/08