My Mask
The Feels are slowly seeping in.
From deep within I feel them rising.
Growing stronger by the moment, I wonder if I can fight them.
I put on a grin and bear the day.
I know that this is the only way.
“Push down your problems, and that will fix them”
Hearing this time and time again I know it is what I must do.
After all, could I ever really trust you?
Do I tell you that I hurt, or that I fear rejection?
No. I think it best if I avoid detection.
So I will dry my tears and fix my make-up.
I will reposition my mask so that you won’t see;
The things that you say and do are slowly killing me…