The Mask Poem by Alexa Stephens
The Mask
The masks I wear
None of them me
The real me not vague to see
But, it isn't my intention to depress
But, interest, dear reader
Masks, opaque
Not, exactly fake
Just waiting, for a quake
To break apart these unfading masks
that's something different...'fake' masks...not opaque...wel, it's true that we all wear these 'transparent masks' as we do appear in different scenes in life...a quake- an unexpected shake off, may be a context or an incidence- will tell others what your real face would be... we often wait for such opportunities a poem highly deep in its concept...10
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I would like to translate this poem
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7/22/2025 6:01:20 AM # 1.0.0
your a really good poet, esp. for 11 years old