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My Mask
My mask is in place but can
you see through it?
There are days where you seem
to be the only one who really
sees me under my mask.
I have had it in place for so
long that I don't know if it is
the real me or if it really is my
mask that I am showing the world.
Maybe I can take my mask off to
show you the real me like I have
wanted to but will you hurt me
like everyone else has?
My mask has been my protection
from those who have hurt me.
It shows them I am not affected
by them when in truth I feel as
if I am dying inside.
Can you see all that?
Can you see what my mask hides
from the rest of the world?
I wish you can though I do not
know why that is.
Maybe you make me feel like being
myself is okay and that everything
will be okay in the end.
Maybe you are giving me a strength
I haven't had in a very long time.
I don't know but my mask is slowly
cracking and I am almost ready to
take it off.
Will you help me with it?
Oh yes I like this poem, the mask itself has taken on life for you I totally get that. It's the has my mask become me or have I become the mask image you've totally mastered there with your words. I have two things to say depending. 1 is if this is how you feel truly you must destroy the mask and 2 is if these are just words to tell a story of pain you have totally cast the illusion, there for the mask is not real but still remains to hide the truth. Genius stuff, bravo.
this is not the end, this is not the begining of the end, this is merely the end of the begining.
i have tears in my eyes.. this is really good<3
Just Smile :D