Sticky NoteI wear a sticky note upon my cracked lips.Why it is a bright yellow color, happiness at its purest!A curved black line of ink transforms my lips into a smile.Thin, easily crumbled to pieces...Single teardrop is able to escape my eye.Did anyone catch it?Nope?Scratch onto it two blurry words: "I'm Fine"The teardrops slide down my cheeks and unstick the paper.Reluctantly, I hold it up with my hand.Can't you see it?Wish somebody, anybody would see...it is just a paper...It is just my hands holding it...But this aren't just tears...They are bittersweet and miserable,tangible, salty taste...Should I just rip it off and let my lips crack, bleeding?To show you all that masks crumble at some point or another!There is just one problem...I ain't strong enough to do so...
Sta.sh
