Old #4

Thank goodness for masks.

Or the world would be run by bête noire’s, 

Instead of men smiling, promising us better futures,

Thank goodness for masks.

Or the world would be a series of heart breaks,

And apologies.

Thank goodness for masks,

Or I would be the girl who cries, screams, yells.

But now I’m just the girl who doesn’t give a damn.