I am not a hero
Nor am I a villain
Yet I wear a mask to hide what is beneath
This mask is shield and a sword
Where other weapons have failed
No one must see within!
This mask envelops my pain and regrets
The failed ideas and scarring friendships
Yet most of all it acts as a dam
To hold back my tears
It disguises my face with a grin
Few have noticed this side of me
This mask is a lie that I grasp on to
It is chipped and torn just like me
This mask slips off at night
Marking my pillow with my anxieties and dreads
They pour down like rain
Every time I wear it I hide part of myself below it
Whether it be my laughter or pain
It hides it all the same
Yet others chipped away at my mask to see inside
For every mask has a face beneath
Every mask will eventually be uncovered
By those you care for
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Invisible Ink
PoesiaMy random poetry that expresses my thoughts feelings and experiences. Many of these poems reflect some of the darker times in my life while others celebrate how blessed I have found myself to be. However quite a few of these are not about me. I have...
