Mask (a fourteener)

I wish that I could see delight like you: glass full, sun rise,
But too much I am shadow-struck: glass empty, and light dies.

It seems banal if I complain, but lying if I smile
And no one wants a dead-heart girl among the rank and file.

And so I wear a thinner mask for those who might peer close;
Perhaps they’ll even recognize their own familiar ghost.

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