Depression and Pain Behind The Mask
Sometimes in life we cannot express everything to others.
Life has a way of putting masks into people’s hands and convincing them to wear it.she used to be an outgoing girl who had her life planned out, ready to take on the world.
Life didn’t appreciate her efforts in being happy and decided to try and cut her down. With every betrayal, rejection, and embarrassment,her mask came on more and more frequently until she was too tired to take it off.
Those who know her still think of her as that optimistic girl from the past,who always has a smile to share. A constant wish of her is that someone will care enough to notice she is not “normal” and that she changed, and then are willing to take off her mask.
She wishes a lot.Writing and music have become her only outlets. A chance for her to be normal,to feel normal.This may be awful to say, but she is happy and not the only one feeling like this.
The smile we let the world see while inside we are dying a little every day.
Hiding the hurt, hiding the pain,
Hiding the tears that fall like rain.
Saying I’m fine when I’m anything but.
This ache in my soul rips at my gut.
My skin is on fire; I burn from within.
The calm on my face is an ongoing sin.
The world must stay out; I’ve built up a wall.
My fragile lie will collapse should it ever fall.
Loneliness consumes me; it eats away the years
Until my life is swallowed by unending fears.
Waiting for someone to see I wear a mask
And care enough to remove it; is that too much to ask