Behind the Mask

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Hiding the hurt;

Hiding the pain.

Hiding the tears;

That fall like rain.


Saying "I'm fine";

When I'm anything but.

This ache inside my soul;

Rips at my gut.


My skin is on fire;

I burn from within.

The calm on my face;

Is an ongoing sin.


The world must stay out;

I've built up a wall.

My fragile lie will collapse;

Should it ever fall.


Loneliness consumes me;

It eats away the years.

Until my life is swallowed;

By unending fears.


Waiting for someone to see;

I wear my mask.

And care enough to remove it;

Is that too much to ask?




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