He takes his pen
And draws a line across his face
He grabs a mask
And covers his mouth with it
He reaches for glasses
To hide his eyes behind
You would think this was too obvious
But in reality
You won't notice what he's wearing
And who the person is beneath
He takes a coat
And wrappes himself in it
He grabs a hat
And pulls the brim down his face
Then he breathes out
And becomes as invisible as the air from his lungs
You would think he knows what he's doing
But maybe he is as lost as you
And all his efforts just to hide
He doesn't even know how to pretend
He envies the brides
Who wear veils on their wedding day
He envies the artists
Who can paint themselves into someone else
He envies the soldiers
With their skills to disguise and camouflage
You would think all the makeup in the world
Couldn't conceal who you are
But you're wrong
All it takes sometimes is a smile
His smile is a lie
But it's so much more
It's a line on his lips
It's his mask
And he knows to also put it on his eyes
His smile is a coat, holding off the rain and stares
It can comfort him
It can keep out other people
It can make him fade away
His smile might not be real
But if no-one know
What does it matter?
His smile is closure
And his smile is safety
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I'm proud if this.
YOU ARE READING
It does get better.
PoetryPeople say it will get better. But to be fair, most of them never were in your place. They say you will get happy again, but how can they know? I've struggled with trauma, mental illnesses and self harm for many years. These are (mostly) poems - abo...
