A faceless mask, not yet named,

Descends upon my heart.

It's weight is heavy, though I call it light,

To escape learning it's name.

My mother told me I'd be fine,

To assure herself that I was normal.

But never did I allow her to define,

The inner gut-wrenching turmoil.

In a life upside down, where she works and drinks,

The unseen is best left alone.

Now I leave it unnamed, the mask on my face,

That inwardly was sown.