No one can see behind my mask.
They can’t see the real me
They can’t see I’m hurting
I always smile, no matter what
And I hide behind it
No one wonders why I’m so cheery
Neither do I
But it’s a lie
I’m hurt
Broken
Defeated
And unsure if I’m really alive
I’ve walked this white line so many times
In a feeble attempt to feel alive
But its not working anymore
My mask has become me
My mask is what everyone loves
Not me.
They love the idea of me
Not the real me
No one can see my pain
They just smile
And play along with the fake me
That I forged from pain and loneliness
I’ve faded into my mask
And everyone loves it.
Author notes
My mask is consuming me....
And i'm suffocating
Please tell me what you think
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I wear a mask too
I like it I to live behind a mask.My Mother is hard on me.she comes into my house and i was either asleep or just not myself.or i'd say I have a headache.which I did i have migranes alot.She didn't beleive me and didn't want to hear my complaint so I put on a mask and faked it,i got so I wear it all the time.only some can see through the mask and know the truth.I find nothing out of sorts with this poem.I like it very much
you hit the nail on the head with this very good job.i'm going to bookmark this one.Thanks for writing for this is how i feel and told one of my friends i just put on the i'm ok look.Can't speak the truth.I don't have any ideas.Except it would be good in a hospitial someplace.or information booklet or news paper ,or a daily or weekly news letter.a pamplet for people to see.most people probaly feel this way.
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