Poems Of The Feather Pen #Wattys2016

It's All Just a Mask

It's all just a mask
A play I put on every day
I wear a mask to hide my pain
I wear a mask for my play
I'm supposed to be the strong one
The smart one
The nice one
The one who keeps everything together
But it's all just an act
A show
A play
No, I'm not strong
I'm not smart
I'm not nice
I can't keep everything together
It's all just a play with the grand title, "Life"
The makeup on my mask is a simple compound of strength
Intelligence
Kindness
The ability to keep things together
But alone in my room
I remove my beautiful mask
To let my true colors, tears, flow
Weakness
Ignorance
Everything falling apart
Everything I hate about myself
Flows out through tears,
Piled up by my mask
Ready to be set free
My self pity
Self guilt
Self pride
Soft core
If it weren't for my mask, I'd be huddled in an abandoned alleyway somewhere
Hiding from everything
Hiding from everyone
Waiting for the day to come
When I find the light

The Light of Love