The Mask
I wear a mask that no one sees.
You see me smiling,
But inside I am cringing.
You hear my laugh,
But inside I am crying.
I wear a mask to hide behind
So you can’t see
What I’m hiding from.
You see me as brave
But inside I’m terribly afraid.
I put on my mask every day
Before I set out
To go on my way.
So people I meet will see what I want
But really, I’m just pretending.
My mask shows that I am
Out going and spry
But I use it to hide
The embarrassment of being retiring
And shy.
This mask lets me go out
To be helpful and giving.
But inside is hiding the things
I don’t like,
That I am selfish and taking.
A mask is handy for those
Who are wanting to be accepted
But are too afraid of being rejected.
Of needing to be strong
But who are, in truth, so weak.
My mask shows the world
What I would like to be,
But inside I’m full of such misery.
