Honestly, who am I?

As I write this poem,

I realize just how much of myself I've lost while I wear my favorite accessory,

this beautiful yet hidious mask that's fooled everyone.

Hiding behind this same mask every day,

I wear this mask for my mom,

because I must be strong for her.

I wear this mask for my dad,

because I refuse to let him see me weak.

Repeating the same words,

"Everything is okay",

With the same smile.

So many emotions,

Held back so no one notices,

Smiling throughout the day,

Making everyone think that I'm okay,

Just hoping no one ever catches me slip

As I write this poem,

You don't even know how bad I want to cry,

I want to scream,

But everything will remain "okay".





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