A mask to look happy, a mask to look bad, a mask to look angry, a mask to look sad. But when alone at night, to finish off the day, I peel away the many masks I’ve worn throughout the day. The reflection in the mirror, is it really me? I have peeled away so many masks, there is nothing left to see. A spark of recognition, ignites a train of thought, that leaves me feeling frightened, alone and so distraught.
Make up applied, just like a child, hair that’s such a mess, eyes are darting round the room, stains that mock her dress. My sister and I try and hide, because we don’t know what she will do, whether she will cut off all our hair or smack us with a shoe. The ambulance pulls up outside, they are coming to take her away, you can see the fear in her eyes, our worlds are shades of grey.
She’s screaming like a banshee now, as they’re breaking down the door. She’s smashing up this unhappy home, and stamping on the floor. They wrestle her to the ground, an injection, then a groan. She lies there like a broken doll, looking lost and so alone. The tears run down our cheeks, where so many have ran before.