Poetry

the mask

written by: marebear86

Every morning before i open my bedroom door
i make sure i have one thing on and it's not lying on the floor its not something thats in everyones draw. i put a mask on and act completely fake.

because if anyone knew the real me
i'm sure their heart would break.
people say its better to just be yourself,but when you don't know you then what are you suppose to do.

I go through the day with that mask on every step of the way ,acting like everything is okay ,but at the end of the day it goes back on the shelf til til tomorrow and i become myself and the tears and pain start to show and fall like rain, like i was just hit head on by a train.
all the heart ache and pain i faced becomes real ,but i don't give myself time to heal instead i put the mask on and act like everything just okay in everyway.