The Mask
They think they know me... They really don't
They think I'm different... They don't know how much
I hide behind a mask and they don't even realize.
I laugh, I smile, I chat... it is all fake.
Behind the mask I am emotionless.
I cry and scream for help but nobody hears me.
Why do I do it?
Why do I care?
Why do I hide behind my mask in fear?
I want to heal, I'm sick of being this way
I don't think though, that anyone cares
Why can't anyone help?
Why doesn't anyone see?
My mask has cracks that anyone could see.
But no one looks, so I am stuck eternally...behind my mask of shame.
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The Voices In My Head
Poetry*TRIGGER WARNING* These are all Poems written by me though not all are about me
