The MaskI watch you every morningAs you put on your mask.You look at me in the mirror, through the mask,Replying to my concerns with a smile.You tell me that everything is fine,That nothing is wrong.Then tell me why.I've seen you without that mask on.You seem tired. Fatigued. Depressed.I've heard you without that mask.You cry. Not laugh, like you do when it's on.You voice concerns that don't seem to be answered.My heart goes out to you.I know what's wrong whether you're wearing that mask or not.I feel your pain and sorrow. I cry when you do.I ask why you can't be happy,Why you suffer so much.I just wish I could help more.I know the problem is something that I can'