I have no identity
Except who others say I'll be
My life has never been my own
Mind enslaved; it's all I've ever know
Self-worth belongs to apathetics
Who only care for my academics
But then I have those who pretend to care
Show affection, promise to always be there
Even though I know it isn't real
If it means I feel loved, I'll be your next meal.
So tell me that you love me, even if its fake
I could end up dead or worse but it's a chance I'll take
Compliment my hair, my looks, obsess over my eyes
Captivate me, chain me up with your friendly lies
I know you wreck my health, but for now just let me feign
That I'm actually in love, it's not that I'm in pain.
Even now I see
A moment of clarity
But even if I try to leave you
We both know that I still need you
So you trap my heart in a glass cage
Force me to dance on your private stage
But I still play along in hopes of hug
Even though you still argue that it isn't enough
How much more do you think I can give?
Turn on me and scream that I have no business to live.
Please just tell me that you love me, even if its fake
I could end up dead or worse but it's a chance I'll take
Compliment my hair, my looks, obsess over my eyes
Captivate me, chain me up with your friendly lies
I know you wreck my health, but for now just let me feign
That I'm actually in love, it's not that I'm in pain.
Breakups, breakdowns, they go hand-in-hand
Always leave, always my fault, not much more I can stand
I know I made a promise, but they don't always keep
I'm sorry, and I'm trying, maybe all I need is a little more sleep
I don't want to end it, but I see no other choice
I just make it worse for others, so I'm extinguishing my voice
I'm sorry I couldn't help you, I promise I had to try
But I knew it never worked, and I hate to see you cry
It may be hard and it may hurt, but know it's for the best
I love you, and because I do, I'll lay my problems to rest
You deserve someone one better, and I'm holding you back
Because I know you can find one with the qualities I lack.
I'm sorry.
Please be okay.
It won't hurt.
I promise.
I love you.
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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.