I wear a mask,
The mask of happiness.
To self I ask,
"Isn't this madness?"
I made this guise
To hide my sadness,
And few more lies
Of being worthless.
Behind my smile
Is a crying soul.
It's been awhile
When I had this hole.
My hollowed heart
Is bleeding too much.
Tearing apart,
The void I can't touch.
I won't unmask
This false happiness.
I will just bask
This world of falseness.
YOU ARE READING
Notapoem
PoetryA book that contains my old and recent poems that shares different thoughts and emotions. The book was planned to contain one hundred pieces of written poetry to be considered as a successful work.
