I'm running out of masks
They hide the lies in my face
Every identity
Is a different one I had to take
Sometimes it gets hard to breathe
And I just want to cry
Because every time I think I'm being myself
It's just another lie
And yes, the pain got worst
I gave you my fears
And I couldn't get past it
Too scared to see different
Because maybe you're not what I think
When all I think is rejection
Maybe if I spoke up
Finally decided to ask
I'd find you're better out of my head
And not a figment of my mind
Maybe you're calm, maybe you're kind
Maybe you understand
I'm still me
After all this time
There are so many things that change us
That make us
Little characteristics
That can break us
But sometimes I want to hold it all in my hands
The fractured pieces
Keep them close until it mends
Until that darkness releases
Should I be scared?
I am when telling the truth
Because to tell a lie is to build a wall
And you can't break me if it's standing tall
But every truth is a blow
Tearing bricks to rubble
Is it really brave?
To only tell the truth when I feel safe?
To think that maybe I should run away?
Away from the everyone that might
Be exactly what I think
And bring my fears to light
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Simply Poetic
PoetryMiscellaneous rhythms and meanings meant to convey feelings and thoughts, maybe they'll make you think, maybe they'll make you wonder what's wrong with me, maybe you'll even enjoy them. Simply put, it is my attempt at good poetry
