A Poem (14)

I am feeling cold,
but it is hot outside.
I am crying,
but showing you my smile.
Under here,
everything looks different.
I can’t let it go.
I built a trap,
caught in here.
Now would be the point
to say:
Masks down.

But what would be left,
left of me?

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