Mask.

 

Mask

I met her few years ago.

She welcomed me with a smile

which was as sweet as honey.

She was nice to everyone.

Too nice to be fooled.

Her eyes showed a spark of innocence.

Her smile glistened with kindness.

“Wow! Such a nice girl.“

But boy, I was wrong.

Time went on, her mask fell.

It was a face that could betray without a thought.

It was a character that everyone would hate.

I was spooked, shocked and disgusted.

But then I realized, it wasn’t her fault.

She did what she had to survive.

 

By , N.M.Sudhiksha