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In the summer,

when the air was bright with the scent of nectar and sunshine,

she was called fat.

Her friends stood away from her,

and eyed each other with discomfort so palpable that it hung,

suspended in the Gothic hues of the warm evening sky.

She laughed,

as it was all she could do to hide the

pain that gnawed so badly inside

almost immediately, it was joined by that of her friends.

It was there,

she crafted her first mask;

imbued with betrayal and hurt.

She named it confidence

and put it on

 

In the fall,

when the carnival left sweet aftertastes

reminiscent of a fragrant dream,

she was called ugly.

The fragile and furled leaves cascaded over the dying summer breeze

and as she closed her eyes,

she wondered to herself,

"Where are my friends?"

When no answer came to her,

she slowly took out a blank mask,

from the hollow expanse inside of her.

She poured her sadness into it,

slathering it with the color of frustration.

She called it "desirable",

and she made it hers

 

In the winter,

when the land rested under a blanket of snow,

frozen in slumber,

She was called stupid.

Sitting in the brilliant white of a surrounding as pure as her heart had once been,

she was reminded of the halcyon days,

Lingering in the past,

and a ghost in the present.

As of tomorrow,

it all will be forgotten,

except the raw scars hacked into her heart's arteries,

In a way only words can.

She trembled as she molded the her third mask;

with the clay imbued with loneliness.

She would name it 'independence".

Although it was uprooted all too prematurely,

but still she wore it, wishing it was armor.

 

In the spring,

when pastel blooms burst out of the buds,

and the tender points of the leaves curl out,

she was called disgusting.

Her old friends turned their gazes away,

looking to the floor.

She thought she heard

a small snicker chortled out from one of them.

In the season of life,

a life was taken.

When they found her,

she was curled up on her bed,

with an empty, semi-opened pill bottle

nestling beside her.

After they lifted her up,

they saw that

underneath,

were three shattered masks resting idly,

over the ridges of the crumpled bed sheets.

And no note.

People say capricious things. And they don't know the sheer, terrible power left as an imprint of their words. They don't.
They never will unless they experience it for themselves. That moment when the words curl out from their tongues, the damage is already felt. It doesn't matter if they hesitantly add a "no offense" or "just joking!" to pretend to soften the blow, because there is no way to make it "hurt" less. There is no "right" way to describe the sensation in words. People were born with the ability to speak. We can change countries with our tongues. Bring tears with our touching speeches. Create new philosophies. We are given great power with our voices. And with great power...comes great responsibility.

Guise. A D.D? 
Guise. I'm crying.
Guise. My mom is asking me if I'm alright.
Guise. Thank you.
Guise. I love you all.
Guise. I need to get back to my homework.
Guise...I'm so happy.
Guise...Just thank you.
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Given 2014-03-28
Masks by MaroonLynx uses the seasons to show transition not only in character but time itself. ( Featured by GrimFace242 )
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RadioSilence19 Featured By Owner Jun 4, 2014  Student General Artist
Wow, that is very powerful...
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Mathaholic11 Featured By Owner Mar 31, 2014
Wow. I read the earlier version of this (remember? :)) and I am so impressed/proud. I'm really glad you wrote it and I'm sure that by this time it's touched lots of girls and guys (and men and women). YOU ARE A LIFECHANGER <3 I love you!!
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MaroonLynx Featured By Owner Mar 31, 2014  Hobbyist Artist
:,) thanks boey!
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CrazyMai Featured By Owner Mar 30, 2014  Student Writer
Oh wow really touching...
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MaroonLynx Featured By Owner Mar 31, 2014  Hobbyist Artist
Thank you! :) 
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CrazyMai Featured By Owner Mar 31, 2014  Student Writer
You are welcome :)
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InsanePacladyFriend Featured By Owner Mar 29, 2014
Absolutely inspiring. This is incredible, well done.
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MaroonLynx Featured By Owner Mar 31, 2014  Hobbyist Artist
Glad you enjoyed it, thank you for reading! Oh my, I feel so flattered...Hggnnnnnn.:happybounce: 
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InsanePacladyFriend Featured By Owner Apr 4, 2014
Haha, you're welcome! Keep up the good work because...wow. It's amazing :)
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Rose-Kira-chan Featured By Owner Mar 28, 2014  Student Traditional Artist
Wow, this poem was really touching ... I can't imagine writing something is emotionally moving. :thumbsup:
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