MY MASK: 11/19/21

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I'm scared that people will see through
Scared they'll look into my eyes and see that I'm lying
Notice somethings wrong and say "you aren't acting like you"
But I don't even know who I am when I keep pretending

Some days I put on a thick mask that no one can see through
Other days it's a thin one; a little revealing if you ask me
Some days I almost take off my mask because it gets itchy
But then I think about how that would turn out, and it wouldn't be so neat

And then you will see this and guess or make assumptions about what you think I'm hiding
But you're wrong, it's not that. It's the other thing
The other possibility that you've been considering and questioning but wasn't sure

Honestly, I'm not sure either
But it's getting hot in this mask
I need a break; a breather.

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