I've hidden myself, under so many masks.
I'm not sure, what's real or fake anymore.
Am I happy? Or am I secretly sad?
Do I feel love? Or am I just getting mad?
What can I do? What is the truth, I can't tell anymore.
Someone pull me from this tangled web
Of emotions and feelings, that don't make any sense.
This is the truth, that I now know.
I'm not alone, not in this stupid world.
There is another, kind of like me.
Or maybe two, I really don't know.
But for that one, I will do no harm.
For he helped me see, there is more to be done.
I am not alone, so neither are you.
So slip off your masks, show yourself.
If people start to laugh, tell them you don't give a f**k.
Because you are brave, because you are you.
They hide behind a mask, you no longer do.
So be proud and stand tall, and just remember.
You Are Not Alone
YOU ARE READING
The ramblings of a madman
PoetryThese are a collection of poems and intriguing thoughts, that I have had. I will warn you, most of them will most likely contain triggers (blood, suicide, murder) so read on, if you dare.