Just my mask

By:Troy Dayln Bunker
Of course I’m fine, why do you ask?
Oh, don’t mind this, it’s just my mask.
It hides the grief, it hides the strife.
I wear this mask to escape the knife.

Don’t forget this, my pain is real.
I’m not lying, this is how I feel.
You sit there saying it can’t be true.
It is for me, just not for you.

You say my heart must be a sight,
Cold as ice and black as night.
It’s not my heart, only my soul,
But killing me must be your goal.

You’re getting close, I hope you know.
You really don’t have far to go.
Soon enough I’ll reach my end.
You’ll have my soul to tear and rend.

But you don’t know, you never ask.
You never look beyond the mask.
The look on my face is giving me away.
I wonder now, what you will say?

You’ve asked me here; you’ll know now.
I’ll take it off, I’ll take a bow…
I can’t do it now, tell you the truth.
I must keep up my pretense of youth.

“Of course I’m fine, why do you ask?
Oh, don’t mind this, it’s just my mask.

the girl in the corner

By:© Kaylee Everhaert

There is a girl who sits in the corner.
Her heart is crying out.
There are people all around her,
But no one seems to hear her shout.
Her life was once happy,
Full of love and care.
She was always laughing.
There was always someone there,
But now her life seems empty.
What’s missing, she doesn’t know.
She wears a mask every day.
Her true feelings she doesn’t show.
Her once colorful and cheerful life
Has turned so dull and grey.
She once enjoyed her group of friends;
Now she just wishes them away.
For when she is by herself,
She can break free from her shell.
She can let the unhappiness break free
And unleash the devil from hell.
Because at the end of the day,
When everyone’s in their beds asleep,
The misery surrounds her,
And the pain, it cuts so deep.
She wants somebody to listen,
Someone to understand,
But when she opens up,
Nobody wants to lend a hand.
So she waits until the sun finally sets
To open up once more.
This time it’s no longer in words,
But it results in terrible sores.
These sores cry their tears at night,
The tears aren’t transparent but a deathly red.
As they cry, she feels a release
From the terrible pain in her head.
Some people would say she is crazy.
Some people would say she is mad,
But she can’t resist the temptation when it arrives,
Even though she knows it’s bad.
No one will ever understand this urge.
It’s something she can’t explain.
She feels shame for the scars on her body
But always ends up doing it again.
You see, this girl is a victim
Of something she can’t comprehend.
Deep in her heart she knows she must stop,
For her life she doesn’t want to end.
But for now it’s the only way she knows
To stop feeling the loss of love and care,
Because at the moment she’s invisible,
No one notices she’s there.

fake smile

They ask me what’s wrong
I say I’m OK
I don’t want them to worry
Tomorrow is another day
Happy it may not be
I’ll wear a fake smile
They will know something is wrong
If they don’t see me in awhile
Maybe someone I should tell
I’m just hurting
I’m not doing well
I start to act like old me
Everything seems fine
Happy people—happy they see
They don’t care what I look like outside
But I do, my ugliness needs to hide
They say they like me for me
I’ll stay happy as I could be
Friends are temporary, changes will take awhile
They never knew I had a fake smile.

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