In times of trouble and insanity
I carry masks to disguise
the pain I carry
secure behind my eyes
I can never let out again
the misery I hide
to hell with my dignity
to hell with my pride
from this day forward
and for ever more
I will mount this mask
that will be my lore
No reaching out when I am weak
no solace will I seek
when you look for answers
when you say your prayers
all you will see is masks
and no pain that I bare
YOU ARE READING
My Feelings Put Into Words.
Thơ caPeople have different ways of expressing themselves. This is mine. Poetry is words you want to say but are afraid to share with the world because you don't want to be judged, and a poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love...
