Everything sucks.
Just kidding!
Everything is fine
I don't
Know why
I whine
At all.
Life is hard.
Not really!
It's harder for the rest
So I
Shut up
And do my best
To help.
My head is messed up.
Not at all!
My brain is working fine
I still
Can write
My rhymes
Of struggles that aren't real,
Because denial works best for me,
It's easier than facing reality.
So I just float through life
Laugh it off, I'm fine!
I'm fine...
I tell my jokes, and say don't worry
Because in the end, I'm just a pity party.
So from now on, I won't complain
So I can help them all deal with their pain,
Even though I don't
Know how
Or why
I still can try
I'll sacrifice
My wings so they can learn to fly,
Doesn't really matter if I die
In the process,
If it means they'll be happier,
I'll cut my losses.
After all I won't
Be living
For long
Anyway...
I'm sorry.
But everything is fine.
No, really!
I've done everything I can
Though I
Wish I
Could do
So much more.
YOU ARE READING
Under The Mask
PoetryUnder The Mask is a collection of different venting/ranting/reflective poems from different stages of my life. Possible TWs may include: Religious trauma, Suicide, and anything along those lines. Each poem is raw and from the heart, under the mask.
