In these days of darkness,
That bring us so much pain,
We all search or a way out.
We all need an escape.
I thought the world was gray,
Born to die and feel afraid,
And everything we say or do,
Hides within a masquerade.
The plastic faces that we meet,
Never make it to our end.
Laughter from another soul,
Portrays our enemy as a friend.
And behind every golden mask,
That we use to hide our sin,
Is a scared, young child,
Trying to live in a world of pretend.


Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.


If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741