The Mask

I’m fine, spectacular in my own way
Dreading the night…getting by the day
I talk…walk…write and even sing
I wonder what pain I will truly bring

When I get home and take off my mask
Everything anymore is an impossible task
The day is over it all seems a lie
Waiting patiently till the day I die

I cry…scream…go silent…barely sleep
even though I have promises to keep
I wait…wonder.. I need to do more
Yet, I ache… burn from my very core

When someone comes along my mask reappears
I hide the pain…torment...tears and fears
As I am a happy cheerful person in public all day
Rainbow is colorful yet mine a shade of grey

I am never okay or even fine
My light no longer seems to shine
I know deep inside why I feel this...
My existence is one long darken abyss.

It is what it is so I cling to life,
I will not pick up that knife
Enough scars show my elegant craft
So for now I will wear my mask

Impressum

Tag der Veröffentlichung: 23.02.2012

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