Poems for those uninspired or in need of some angst or comfort

Masking the heart

Mask the heart they say,
Fake it till you make it they say,
The confidence will rise just as does the adrenaline,
But what does one do when nothing ever changes,
What if the frown remains, and the tears keep falling,
They have nowhere else to fall, the emotions must show through, they can't remain hidden,
They hold a limit like a bottle, once it reaches the peak it has no other choice but to flood through,
Making puddles as big as rainfall, and all one  can do is lay there,
No ones there to help, to talk to, they're all gone,
Having to deal with there own fights, in one way or another,
And sometimes someone will be there, but for how long, no one can stay there forever,
The world constantly changes, and with it their people,
So back to the start again, alone and in pain,
Heart thrashing so loud that it feels like the ears might burst,
But they never do, because it's all in the head they say,
Everything is in the head they say,
Sometimes it's not, but most times it is,
Just change the thought they say, how easy can that be when it comes down to it though,
The mind does not have a switch as some may realize, instead it reveals a puzzle,
One which can take upon minutes to hours just to solve one piece,
And sometimes this puzzle changes, creating even bigger mechanisms,
Will these mechanisms show a lighter way, or a darker,
How will the mind change to adjust to the new pieces,
Will it accept them, or will it reject them,
Regardless of who anyone is regection still hurts,
The mind will still remain in pain, just as the heart is,
And will it ever be helped, no one knows,
Many stories end up in pain, even when people try to cover it,
They just don't want to see the people they love so dear, in more pain than they have been,
But what they don't know, is that they may be in pain just as much as them,
And as time moves on it may only get worse,
Everyone needs a little help, even if they can't ask,
That's just how people are in the end, hiding it until the very last needle draws the last of the blood and all one person can do is fall down in defeat,
Hoping for someone to come and save them before it becomes too late,
And the person who was once there remains no more,
Too broken down to stand and fight anymore.