Falling

Underneath The Mask

They say,

''What you see is what you get.''

But that's not always the case.

Like many others,

I put on my mask each day.

You might see a smile,

But underneath,

Lies tears streaming down my face.

You might hear a laugh,

But if you listen closely,

You'll hear a cry for help.

You might feel my heart beating,

But it stopped a while ago.

Broken and shattered it lies in my chest.

The faint sound of it's sorrow is what you hear.

It's cries of grief echoed against the room.

You can hear it as it bounces off my ribs,

And as it swirls in the hallway of my lungs.

It continues to say the same thing.

Over and over.

Like a broken record.

It says in a small voice, barely over a whisper.

''Please don't hurt me. I'm already,''

It lets out a small sob a continues.

''Broken.''

It then starts sobbing uncontrollably.

She cries into a big soft bear,

Cuddling it's huge soft body against her small frame.

The bear's soft calming voice lulling her asleep.

Rocking her small fragile body to a better place than the one she's in.

Her breath comes out soft and calm at last.

Her long black curls that frame her small face rise and fall with each rising breath.

But she's still fragile.

Is this what you expected?

Is this what you wanted?

Did you think I was this broken inside?

I don't think you did hon.

But that's okay,if you didn't.

It's all what happens underneath the mask