The Girl in the White Mask

Stale air.
Fills up her lungs,
as she shutters a breath.
Her head is leaned against the window,
Looking out at the beautiful day.
Everything was perfect.
Everything was clear.
Except her head,
and the white mask she had to wear.
The white mask
is designed to
protect those around her
from catching her sickness.
Branding.
Restraining.
Encumbering.
Yet,
she sees it as a safe gaurd,
a safety net.
Oh how and sheltered she feels,
with something like that to hide behind.
People give her looks.
She wonders what they think.
How strange it must be
to see someone wearing
a sick mask, in a place
other than a hospital.