Peace. Love. Happiness. 

Remsembles all my wants.

My 'already haves' sofficated,

buried six feet under my soul.

All my smiles...FAKE!

This life I live...BROKEN!

Just a fantasy made up by the minds of others.

My heavenly hell.

Behind my mask are emotions.

More complicated than calculus.

I feel anger, fear and regret.

yet also happiness, and awkwardness.

when I'm truly happy,

I am truly upset.

Smile! They'll judge.

Society glamorizes life.

Don't be a negative nancy.

But thats how I feel.

Thats depressing!

When I bare my soul.

What's wrong with you?

When I speak my thoughts.

umm...

whenever I show my heart

I'm going insane not letting it out.

But I have already lost sanity when I say it.

There are no winners. 

Only losers.

My soul...

quiet.

bipolar.

forgotten.

unnociced.

disappearing.

My mask...

loud.

normal.

remembered.

seen.

growing.

Faith. Love. Support.

Regret. Hate. Fear.

A complex being,

holding on by a thread.

Quiet screams and loud whispers.

A fragile shell missing its unbreakable mold.

All behind my mask and in my soul.