I wear a mask with a smile so bright,
But inside I'm broken and consumed by night.
Depression and anxiety, both rule my mind,
And I hide them both, so hard to find.
I laugh and joke,
I play my part.
But the weight of sadness,
It grips my heart.
Though I hide it,
Behind this smiling mask.
I feel drained,
With this daunting task.
I try to keep up with everyone else,
The weight of depression, it can't be quelled.
The anxiety that grips me,
It's so real but I hide it well.
The pressure to be perfect, it weighs me down,
And the fear of judgment, it wears a crown.
But I keep going and I try my best,
To hide my pain and find some rest.
Sometimes in the quiet moments of the night,
The mask falls off and I lose the fight.
The tears come streaming down my face,
As I realize I'm not in a happy place.
For those that I care and those I love,
I fix my mask and put them above.
Moving forward like toy soldiers,
While others lay on my shoulders.
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Echoes in the Margins
PoetryA book filled with short poems that I write. These poems are either about my personal experiences or about topics that are on my mind. Sit down, relax, and enjoy!
