sometimes
always
I hide
behind
a mask
It paints me up to look
like a completely normal
always happy
very smart
pretty girl.
It hides my sadness
my fears
my problems
my past.
Sometimes
those things leak through
and people see shards
of the person
that I hide.
That person is all of the negativity
hatred
and pain
that I feel.
To my family
I am the mask
not the person that hides behind it.
To my friends I am both
because I feel
that I can trust them.
This year
I'll try
to become
part of the mask
so that
Instead of being split
into two different beings,
the mask and I
will create the person
that I want to be.
YOU ARE READING
Inspirations maybe?
PoezjaThis may just be an inspiration for another writer to write about. To create a story that never happened to them built by what others have told them. But these are truths for too many of us.
