I hide my innermost feelings.
I replace them with a mask.
My mask hides my face and body.
Showing the world a
confident,
vain,
loud,
crazy
girl.
I am not that girl.
Every time I tell others that I love myself,
I hate myself even more.
Every time I scream or act almost pyschotic,
I curse at myself for annoying others.
Inside I amQuiet,
Anxious,
Nervous,
And depressed,
But outside I am everything but.
Because I hide my innermost feelings,
I replace them with a mask.
YOU ARE READING
I don't know anymore...
PoetryThis is my outlet. If it's too hard for you to read, please read it still. Because this is where I put all of my deepest thoughts. Out there for the world to see.