The Mask
I see the world go by while I hide behind a fake facade.
No one has really stopped to see this.
I remain unseen.
Unmasked.
Why can't anyone see me!
Why must I be tortured with the thought that no one will see ME!!
I try to loosen my mask a little but it still doesn't work.
Don't they care about me?
If they did, why can't they see my true self!
Why can't they see a scared kid afraid of rejection, pain, torture, and loneliness.
You know what I think is the saddest thing.
The fact that I may have to tell those who 'cared' about me that I've been wearing a mask all these years and that I've been suffering the entire time and no one has noticed it.
And they said that whenever I'm down they'll be there to help me.
Guess what.
They were never there and never were.
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My Dark Descent
PoetryI wrote this in a journal that I started in 2012. This was my descent into darkness.
