poems about you.

the mask

I'm great, fine, spectacular. In a way I relish every night, and I live every day. I live, I laugh, I write, I sing, I wonder what the new days will bring.

Then I get home, and I take off the mask. The day, and almost impossible task, Is finally over, and so I lie Down, and wait patiently for the day that I die.

I cry, I scream, I bawl, and sleep, even though I have promises to keep. I wait, and wonder, and cry some more, And I ache and burn from my very core.

Then, I'm not alone, and the mask reappears: Out goes the grief, pain and all of the tears, As I am a happy person, cheerful all the day. A world full of rainbow, not one shade of grey.

Of course I'm not okay, I'm not fine, No matter how much I seem to shine. I don't even know why I feel this... Why my existence is one long, endless abyss.

But it is, and will be, so I cling to life, As one day I might slip, and end it with a knife. But, I'm still here, no matter what my dreams might say And I hope that one day I will actually be okay.