the sadness never ends.
I wish it would go away but it won't.
It follows me around all day,
and as the days pass
it's becoming clearer to people around me.
I no longer can wear that mask,
the mask I got so used to.
The mask that became part of me
and nearly took over my life.
I should be okay with that,
but I'm not.
I miss my mask,
was accustomed to it.
And as people see more of the real me,
the farther they go.
As if I'm a bomb ticking slowly,
ready to explode.
And one day, I will.
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A Collection of Poems (Publishing)
PoetryExplore my entrance from adolescence into adulthood as I experience internal struggles such as depression and social anxiety, as well as awkward situations and first loves. It's gonna be shit show.
