My Mask.

Why is it that you enjoy
Pushing me down
The second I reach the top
Of that stupid mountain?
It has taken me months
Even years
To get here
And now I just have to
Start climbing
For a few more months
A few more years.
But, don't fret
I won't let you see my ugly tears
Spiralling down my face.
Just give me a moment
I'll put on my mask.
I'll put on a fake smile
Just for you, my dear.
Because I won't let you have
The satisfaction of seeing
Just how much you've hurt me.