Time to slip on the mask,
Hide behind the veil.
I must become the stable, mature adult,
The one I am not.
How can hold up others,
They are leaning on me.
I’m weak; I’m collapsing,
This smiling face is fake,
Just a cover, to reassure.
I’m screaming inside,
Clawing to get out,
Looking for any escape.
I’m only a child,
A teen.
How can I deal with this?