It swallows me.
Hides every detail,
And protects me,
From the betrail.
Life treats us with love,
Gifts, surprises, and masks.
I only have one end of this plate...
A mask.
The mask.
That hids the truth,
The pain and suffering,
The distraut and disturbance,
In my heart, mind, and soul.
It shows laughter,
And happiness and cheer,
Only to distract you
From the beast that lurks underneath.
It swallows all cheer,
And shatters any image of happiness,
Lives not by instinct,
Nor is it moved by guilt
Or shame or emotion.
It only reacts.
No hesitation, nor mercy.
Just destruction in its path.
With no objective.
I hide myself.
To spare the world
From what lurks
Beneath all this happiness.
But when the line gets crossed,
There is no control,
And all they see is fear in its purest form.
As falling to the ground they see
The mask.
YOU ARE READING
The Depths Of Reality
PoetryWhat do you see when you look into the mirror? Do you accept what you see? Or do you try to blur out the truth by believing lies that others tell you and that you tell yourself. I hope you find yourself reading this, and reflect on your life.
