I hide that I'm hurt, I hide the pain,
I hide the tears that fall like rain.
I said "I'm fine" when I'm anything but the latter.
This scorching pain in my soul rips at my gut.
My skin is on fire; I burn from within.
The calm on my face is a mere pretentious.
The world must stay out; I've built up a wall.
My fragile lie will collapse should it ever fall.
Loneliness consumes me; it eats away the years,
Until my life is swallowed by unending fears.
Waiting for someone to see I wear a mask
And would be brave enough to remove it; is that too much to ask? To be seen behind the mask?
