Tears Behind Her Mask

Behind the mask is untold hurt. It's so real I could feel it grip my chest each time I try to breathe. I don't know how to express my pain in words. Perhaps, a picture would do. It's my only way to channel my feelings.

Despite knowing where the thorn is, I'm just too afraid to remove it. I've made several feeble attempts to rid it once, but it felt more like I was buying time and wasting it on hope that it would one day heal.

I've been living with this thorn for as long as I can remember. I don't know if I could ever live without it. Right now, I'm just weighing the odds of living with a scar or a wound that would one day turn gangrene. I don't know which is more painful.