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You get in my face,
And all up in my space,
To say you cannot breathe.
But 6 feet underneath,
Are those who succumbed
Wear a mask today they say
It will keep you safer they say
A mask can prevent a virus spread they say
'They say a lot as that is what people in power are supposed to say
I say, wear a mask or not
Does wearing a mask make you ill?Are you a social distancing hater?Just imagine how you'll feelBeing put on a ventilator.
.© 2020 Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
I wear my mask not for me, but for you
For your children
For your parents and grandparents
With their cancer, heart disease, and asthma
I fear for their lives
The sickness is brutal
Do you call out for help with your eyes
Do your stone muscles relax
Does your blood start to flow
Do your eyes start to cry
Do you take a break from being still to just
breathe –
There are some days,
That I can hide it better than others.
Some days you can’t even tell,
That it’s even there.
But it is
Shadows cover my face
It’s no warm embrace
In case you didn’t notice,
I am not a pompous little lotus.
I see what some cannot
The hours passing through an empty lot
This place is far from home
I can feel the pain
sucking marrow from my bone
leaving a blinding headache behind
wishing for the pain to stop
Yearning for the ache to fade
Hoping for a moment of bliss
To come and wrap me in a hug
My emotions belong in a cage,
Eventually, slowly, hesitantly plotting a war to wage.
If I ever let them show, let them out, they’ll raise hell,
For the vultures, they ring the dinner bell,
A mask is what we wear.
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes.
On the mask is a smile.
Forced. Real. Unsure. Scared. Alone. Broken.
Blood drips onto the floor from the knives in my back
Tears flood from my eyes as it all goes black
I let people hurt me because I trust too much
Empty words on empty screens,
A silent generation screams
Behind the masks of pleasant faces,
Witty pictures, clever phrases,
We break, we cry,
We sob, we fight,
And segregated, rot and die,
A regular day filled with talking and laughing, joking and gossiping
Always done with a fake grin plastered on
Teens argue, insult, bully, tease, and intimidate
But if anyone asks, life is great
A mask they hide behind
You notice the way they try to make themselves
look small
They try to close in on themselves
You see, I only know this because when the world showed
No mercy
I did this
Some say I’m intelligent
But I just feel irrelevant
Some say I’m well-spoken
But they haven’t seen the side of me still broken
The broken side
I am not who I seemI am not a good thingI am million broken piecesI am an empty evil thingI am a wall built around myselfI am protecting the things hiddenI have a million different masks
Upright.
Marionette smile plastered on a crumbling face
But
Still
Upright.
Brain full of tears
Dreams dashed to no more
Doll parts scattered
On
The
Dirty floor
You think I'm smart,
I'm really not
You think I'm brave,
but no
You think I'm upbeat,
proud,
happy,
When I often succumb to
the darkness inside of me
Just because I like pink
I wear a mask. It’s my smile in the hallway. because while you think I’m flying high, really I'm fading away.
There's a smile on your face
But I know that you're in pain
Your silent tears leave no trace
But things just aren't quite the same, and
There's no reason for you to hide
I'm a crook
A liar
An imposter
I am all these things
"An open book"
A deceiver
Supposedly a "believer"
I'm as bad as a thief
Nobody know I am all these things
This is me, who you see
The mask I wear, the burden I bear
The deceit that hides behind my lies
The pain that shows within my eyes
The tears that swell within my heart
I don't want us to be apart
Everyday I wear a smile
I go out into the sun and I shine right along with it
I'm loud and exciting, like a one man circus
I joke and I laugh with my friends
I have fun and I enjoy myself, just like everyone else
The numbness is growing,
Or is it sadness instead,
That will plague me until death.
I feel so alone in this world
Where my darkness descends.
I feel forgotten by my memories
In my face,
I see a mask.
A mask that sheilds.
A mask that protects.
Protection that show no one
what lies beneath.
In my eyes,
I see tears.
Those that show sorrow,
MASK
the door shuts behind me
my truth sticks in my throat
here behind my walls i am real,
i am broken,
here behind my walls i struggle with feelings unspoken,
Walls around my heart,
Chains around my body
Keeping me stiff and without emotion
Keeping me from letting anyone in
These walls I built a mile high inside me
Pass me by in the halls, I’ll give a smile and sweet hello.
It just might lift your chin up off the ground.
But see not past these smiles and sweet hellos,
For there’s a reason why the truth isn’t always shown.
My face, distorted in the sun
under my right eye a deep scar remembers
the pain of abuse, and the tears he has left me inside
I could not cry under this mask, yet I find another route
You are the Earth's most stunning mytery.
Scientists have tried to figure you out.
Under a shade you hide your history,
Nobody seems to know what you're about.
I guess you think you're being humble,
He smiles in the crowd.
The others are unaware.
His insecurities are loud.
But too much to bear.
His sadness yet to be found.
A cruel mask to wear.
But Noone's around.
Noone's here to care.
Conform they say
You'll be just fine
Hide the truth away
It's only a matter of time
Society has clipped my wings
I can no longer fly
No happiness this brings
Some days I'd rather die
Your true self criesYou are deemed as a nobodyYou seem fearless but bravery liesYou seek approval to be a somebody.
I wear a mask on the hottest day,
in the middle of winter.
Everyday.
I cannot go without my smiling mask.
I bring it with me where ever I go.
"Why?", some will ask.
To hide a secret within.
The night is like a shining mask. Dark,mysterious, and full of lights. We both hear the howling wolves getting eager to be satisfied. A cricket in the dark brings comfort to the ears on a glooming night. Raw night just waiting to be heard.
Sometimes I see her.
The girl inside.
I see the way she watches me, begging me to let her out.
But it has been too long, and she has been hurt so much, that I burried her too deep.
She cries a lot.
I may appear unbroken and strong...
I may appear with power and faith.
I may show my love within a song.
But my appearance is only a phase.
I cry and I weep like humans will do...
This is not my face.
This is a façade
I have worn this mask forever, so long I almost forget it's not really me
But I am not alone in this
We all hide ourselves at times
I chose to hide forever
Behind the curtains of my eyes
Hides a glare
A stare
A lie
The carefully crafted façade
The fragile, cheap disguise
Behind a mask lies another
Feeble layer of an onion
I'm growing up in a world where it's not cool to be cool
Where it's hip to be hipster, an ever-changing rule
Every day I come to school with a bag full of masks,
I’m sorry I cry.
Please try to ignore it for now.
And just know I’m sorry.
You’ve never seen this in me.
To you, I am joy.
Every day I bring the happiness and laughs people love.
Look, look at me
note what you see.
A smile sweet,
Small blue eyes,
Which cannot meet
Your steady gaze.
Do you, do you know
My efforts to show
Confidence?
Help me
I'm Drowning
In a Sea of
Misunderstanding and Shame.
No Boat on the Horizon.
No Comraderie to Protect me.
Isolations was not Lonely --
Was not Frightening until --
If it isn’t my skin, then what shall it be?
The two arms and legs that extend directly from me?
That enable me to run past the wind, and jump the hurdles in front of me.
Oil perculates from the deep yellow skin,
a false smile perfereates deep from within,
the heart feels like this could be a sin,
waiting for the alarm to go off so I could begin.
Look at me behind my mask
Look and see who I really am
If looking could be made more than a task
You’d see the mask was all a sham
I built a wall and so did you
We hid across the way
You see what she wants you to see
But she's not who you want her to be
Did you know she cries when you're not around
Her thoughts have her drowned
The face you see is just a mask
Bleeding because it paints the pictures
so heavily spilled
in my mind.
And seeing the crimson upon my skin
Gives me pain that makes me real.
Crying because
It makes me view
I stand behind the mask of standard
Afraid to show my true identity
For if I do, it might unleash
A sort of riot about the obscenity
Upon my naked thighs
Lie scars of unnatural growth
What is money without those you love
Everyone wants grip allow me to be the glove
You wonder why the stars get coked up
While there are people struggling to get coated up
Looking through my perilous soul
I see nothing but a toll
Is this me I see in this photo
Or just a way to fit in with a motto
Nothing ever seems the same
With filters getting all the fame
If I took off my mask
You'd be afraid
And I guarantee you'd run away
Because I'm not like the girl you know
I'm not quiet
I speak my mind
You can't convince me to believe what you believe
Corrosive stares deteriorate
the fragile filter my fears create.
This pseudo sense of normality,
is a dam for my creative profligacy.
Beneath this exoskeleton of perfection
Want to hold your hand,
It's right there for me to grab,
I feel close to you,
I'd hate to see you go, don't.
I was fifteen before I realized that no one could ever love me as much as I loved me
And a revelation of poetic, creative, fertile ideas were released inside of me
Family…
The definition of it: is a group of persons who came from the same ancestor
Sadly though no one wants a family anymore
From the generation that has now been born
love is nothing to pease
war is death to us all
between god an angels the war is small
to us love is all
peace inposible
war always untll we are dmned
etween devils and god we're left for dust
Break away from everything.
Are you aware of whom you are?
Remember when you were little and you knew
Exactly what you wanted in life?
Do you think she knows?
The way she moves,
Giggling-groveling-grooving
She cares too much of who approves.
Do you think she knows?
How she makes the world turn,
Living-loving-leaping,
You wear a mask like me.
We can both see it,
But neither of us have the courage to say it.
You always go above and beyond for me:
You sacrificed your time
To relieve my pain
The real me is like the real you.
Sitting behind the scratched, glass pane separating us,
In our once a week, twenty-minute-monitored conversation.
As we speak through the coils of a half-
People see her as a Greek piece of theatre
Never showing her true identity
Always hiding behind a mask
She goes along telling my story
But reality never comes out
At home, a different mask is put on
Cookie Cutter! Cookie Cutter!
Everywhere I look, it’s Cookie Cutter!
This color’s in.
Those shoes are out.
I want to break the mold
My desire is to be bold
I long for individuality
I’m not who you think me to be;
I’m not a sweet innocent girl,
waiting or searching for love.
I’m not a delicate little flower,
waiting to bloom.
A friendly face,
for friends and family,
naive grins, boisterous laughs,
plastered across their visage.
A familiar fellow,
warm, kind, and blithe,
never a stranger, or visitor,
I no longer see myself as I gaze at my reflection;
Instead there is someone disturbed, distressed, and decaying
A skeleton girl;
I fight my way through your
Loquacious verbiage
And open facade
Of a closed door,
Searching for entry
To your ego
I give respect for your walls
And take care
To walk around,
Some people hide behind a curtain,
But I wear a mask.
My mask needed no purchase,
It came with my costume of skin,
and can not be recieved via pay pal nor cash.
I wear this mask every day
I screamed but only piercing silence was heard thus I took my seemingly rightful place as the invisible nerd.
A stream of red lies on the ground,
with the sound of my heart pound, pound, pounding.
I want you to hear it, but shards are in your ears,
the scratching against the walls sound like your worst fears.
Smile, Laugh, Go Crazy
You can cry when you get home
Stop Talking, No ones listening
You have no where to go
I chose to be
in this world of dark and light.
I chose to be
hidden rrom my fears.
What people really see
is the front that I put up
What people really see
is not the real me.
So long, she's spent hiding, behind her velvet mask.
Hiding herself from the judging eyes,
Pretending to be someone, anyone else.
She smiles, while everyone stares intently.
A mask, a guise
A role to play
Beneath them all
A vast array
Of people, thoughts,
Of all clichés
In case you didn't know it
I don't show it
I have a mask of my own
It doesn't cover up my face
or my race
but something of much more importance
Behind this mask is a person
Who says we have to hide?
Required, we are not, but yet...
In this chaos of life,
It seems to come naturally.
But hidden in the madness,
We never notice who our friends are.
Its monday morning, pull on the mask of mourning
the perma-glue to hold it tight, the mask'll never fit just right
it stains my hands, my hair, my face
popularity is just a social race
Do I know what I'm talking about?
Am I filling myself with self doubt?
As I wonder around an empty loft
I feel a phantom cough;
I do not know who I am
I do not know what's going on
This fear I feel is formed from my imagination. Constantly contemplating where my life will be stationed.
Living under a facade is hard when it's all you've ever known.You trudge past the faces of todaywhile remembering the ones
Bringing out laughter
Is what I am after
Audience laughters
Brings out the clown
The clown who cheers
To those who frowns
On the clown
A smile is painted
Upon the face
I’m dying on the inside
And no one knows. My heart
Beating a useless tone,
My flaws laid out in front of me,
As if all things will end eventually.
Why do I bother?
No one can hear,
Theres an artist behind this Idiot
Theres an Ocean beneath this pool and it's full of sharks
I present a calm surface because no one can fathom the depth
and once they stick a toe in and realize there is no bottom
I hide behind the Curtain
but People can still see
if they look hard
They will find me
I hide behind the Curtain
When I want them to know
What is bothering me
What hurts now
My eyes tell a much different story than my heart
In fact, I was never really me from the start
I'm not free to show people who I really am
But when it comes to what they think about me I don't give a damn
My mom likes to think I'm just like her
That I love crowds of people and constant noise
That I love calling all attention to myself
And that I like conflict
My mom thinks I hide my real self from the world
Every morning she stood in front of the mirror and was ashamed of what she saw
She hated the kinks in her hair
the sea faring bridges of her nose
the fullness of her crimson lips
So she sought refuge in makeup
The pale ghost stares at the filthy mirror.
He sees not himself; with that happy scowl and playful temperment.
The pale ghost makes the suface clearer.
He sees not himself, but his own warm disembodiment.
Stress, sadness, fear,wory. I have a mask to cover
that up. Boredom, anger, doubt, loneliness, confusion,
regret. I can hide it. There truly is no know emotion
The Mask
It is not a disguise, for I still portray myself.
It is not an excuse, it just contravenes empathy.
Sometimes I care so much it hurts
So I hide behind indifference for anesthesia
I'm running from my inner demons
It’s easier to use my sins as temporary amnesia
I wear my Scarlett letter like a mask
I wear a mask, thick as leather
Beneah the seams fear keeps the mask together
No scars lie behind this invisible shield
A single word is all that's concealed
Why can't anyone see the me that is truly me?
All they see is a mask
That does the un me task
the one that shows no fear
the one who is not really here
I wish to show you the me that is really me
Hush, it’s okay
There’s no need to take a peek.
What are you doing, trying to look in so deep?
Do you wish to be clawed at, do you wish to be scorned?
I am a mask,So many think they know who I am,but they don't care to ask,Yes, they are content with my maskWho am I? One of many made to pleaseWho is me?
mask man
A mask man walking through life.
he smirks at all of its strife.
And some may ask why he smiles at lies.
She is a lovely little dancing dollTrapped inside this embellished music boxTwist and turn the dial to hear her call
They made me wear a mask when I was younger.
Days went by and a new stitch was added to the mask.
It was starting to fit my face perfectly.
"Do this," they said.
"Do that," they demanded.
Who’s that girl?
The one who always has her hand stretched up high in the air.
Everyone knows that she has something to say, a comment, possible a question, or even a witty remark.
She is so charismatic!
You are
A deep dark soul,
But not an empty one.
Deep in that darkness is a heart,
Beating with
Love and conpassion.
Open up your heart,
Let that part
Thar wants to shine
Shine.
I’m talking to you,
And I see the weight fall off your shoulders and onto your face
Follow me into the depths if you can withstand the shark,
This world placed spite in my heart,
I’m bothered by light,
So I’m comfortable in the dark,
Individualistic by character,
How come everytime i turn around
People are worried about others opinion?
How come everytime i turn around
People are dying
Dying cuz they are scared to be themselves
Scared cuz the world is soo cruel
New places, new faces
Same me.
Same girl.
The only difference is the new faces
She sees look back at her
With disdain.
Disdain at the music she listened to
The clothes she wore
Lo and behold, friends, my life dressed in gold,For nothing else does my glory justice:Here rooms of color, each so grandly bold,And marvelous! You'd swear't an angel's kiss.
You hear my laugh,
But there is a hollow ring.
You see me smile,
But there it's missing something.
You feel my embrace,
But there is hesitation.
You never see me cry,
This mask is my creation.
Sweet and kind outside
Still sweet inside
Stll lingering is a desire for solitude
Behind My Hidden Mask
Passion as an artist
The thirst of a scholar
The pen of a writer
Behind my Hidden Mask
Behind this mask,
No one can tell,
How I play this role so well,
Behind this mask,
Things you would never believe,
Stuff your eyes will never conceive,
This is my facade
My mask, my security
My assuracnce of no judgement
I walk around, unhappy
Not okay with who I really am
I pretend to like guys, and only guys
I am a stranger
in my own life
I don't understand my friends
nor do they understand me
they may think they do
they may think that
my laugh is genuine
they may think that
Everyone knows,
When they speak to me...
Everyone knows
My story.
They know,
They know,
Of my travels
Of my sexuality
Of my hopes
Of my abuse
Of my greatest achievements
I wish someone would ask why my mask is cracked
I wish they would pry it away and find the scars under it I hide
to expose the rotting peeling flesh of depression
and the putrid green colouration of anxiety
Were all crying.
Were all crying becuase the daddi issues
and crying becuase the definition of beauty does not start with ourselves
and crying because our razors dont solve problems;
I made you believe me…
You didn’t have a reason to doubt…
Why would the first words I ever spoke to you
Be a lie?
It was psychotic.
We all wear the mask but how long can it last?
How long will it be before someone finds me out?
Will it be after I graduate from college?
Will I be discovered after I have my first born child?
I stroll down the streets of my town, through the hallways of my school, through the rooms of my house,
And what do people see?
Look at me:
You see an ordinay real person,
A man of good wit and a little shy.
Look within me:
Everyone wears a mask.
It's as if we're all at a ball.
Who are you really?
I may never know.
Others think I'm strong.
Others think I'm happy all year long.
The truth is hard to spill
As it is what keeps me with good will.
Sometimes I wonder if I can trust a person
Do not be confused, who I am is what you see. But perhaps what's more confusing, is it really me? Everyone wears a mask. Some people, on their faces to hide their identity, but most on their hearts, hiding what they truly feel.
Do not look behind the curtain,
or take off this mask.
Do not look too deeply into these black eyes.
You can't know meYou don't see my every angleEven the pictures I’m inHide the heart behind the skin
You may think you know me.
You see my smile,
the pep in my step,
the flitter in my voice.
You may think you know me,
but you only know my mask.
My mask is smiling,
Being alone and often watching the blissful life of others,
you often sit and contemplate,
why am I drowning in my sorrow?
why am I brimming with hate?
Is it because i'm not optimistic?
I'm standing here, lost among a masquerade
Hiding behind my mask of secrets that I've made
The man behind the curtain, the face behind the mask.
One beautiful soul, behind a treacherous task.
A woman of inseurity, concentrating on what she lacks-
Its funny that this Slam was chosen, I had written a litteral poem my freshman year literally called "The Mask"
The mask is constructed
To hide you away
You appear happy
You appear kind
Does anyone remember when they were little,
And they loved to play pretend?
Yeah...me neither.
But it seems that,
As we grow older,
Learn the twists and cavities
Boroughed into our bodies
Everyday, every minute I hide behind the curtain.
I mask my eyes with glasses
to hide the emotions.
I paint the mask on my face
to cover the spots.
I put on clothes to hide my body
A dirty house but not a home.
Fighting, thieving, unfortunate parents.
I'm embarrassed to call them my own.
Ashamed of the walls, the scratches and the dents.
I’d rather wear the mask
than listen to you laugh.
How does it feel?
Bob Dylan asks.
The mask is fixed as wax
figures trapped behind glass. But
Honesty's the rarest rebel root
A precious pearl in dark long harboring
Whose maker groans and lifts to bring to fruit
From murky waters cull hours laboring.
Look at the BEAUTIFUL picture
Soft colors that wam the SOUL
Look DEEPER
Behind the canvice is the TRUTH
Behind the canvice where the SCARS on the heart MATCH the ones on my arms
What's a little white lie without a little fun
Because 'Fun' is what life is about
Nothing matters as long as you're having a good time
I'll be a 'Her' instead of 'Me'
Confident, Shy
which is the lie?
What do they wish to see?
Why can't they leave me be?
Strong, Weak
I can barely speak.
What they see and what they know
all of which is just a show.
There she stands, with her past far behind her. Yet so close it just reminds her. Memories of the mistakes and the bullies. The disability that has kept her.
I wear this mask obscuredly, I hide it best I can.
For this mask is clear and transparent, I never did quite plan.
Hidden
My faults buried beneath fabrications
Below forged falsehoods I tell even to my own brain
I don’t vision myself denier: my vain dishonesty’s not verbal
I put up a front,
and i don't mean to be so blunt,
but the curtain is for me.
I can't look at society.
I write with a pen name.
Like a child at play, I hide.
No one can say my words are lame,
If they don’t know I’m Jekyll, and they’re reading Hyde.
Never knowing that we are one.
Smile, they can't seeIt's they only way to prevent the painAs long as their smiles aren't fake
Who Is That Girl?
If I asked different people what they thought about me they would all be different.
I put on the cap and the uniform
To please the people that give me money.
I follow their rules with a synthetic smile
To appease the ones I work for.
I complete the caustic piles of work
I can analyze the dichotomy
Of good and evil
Light and dark
Life and death
Not one without the other
The ying to the yang
The extremes of both sides
Cliches so easy to analyze
A person, full of pain and sorrow, a heart that is parted in the middle, held together with one thread of hope and faith…
The mask covered his imperfections.
The mask hid his hatred with a smile.
The mask hid his corruption by showing him as just a city worker.
The mask hid his evil tongue by showing him as a good man.
it's early.
my phone buzzes numbers at me and my mouth says, "get up get up get up," while my mind says stay here stay here stay here.
Sunlight brings about fake smiles, and energy. Moonlight brings out the true self. The one who cries themself to sleep. While the sun shines we all play the role, as an actor on a stage.
Rushing, always rushing,
Really no time to look back for what you wish was coming.
Movement, perpetual movement,
Making steps towards the revolution.
"You're so strong," they always said,
I wear the mask that everyone wants to see,
It changes constantly with every glance,
Each one displaying different facets of who everyone sees me to be.
Everyone has these masks we wear so willingly, some unknowingly.
look at me
my outfit is trendy and preppy
my smile always reaches one ear to anther
LOOK AT ME
look at my shoes
my hair,tied back high as the sky in a ponay tail
You're as clear as glass
and the nastiest mess;
You have different personalities
and about thirty masks;
You guide others throug the dungeon
with nothing to see;
You're heart's darker than ebony
Just like any other, I have secrets beneath my smilesA story untold that'll catch many by surprise
I stand here before you with a smile on my face
trying to determine my place in this race for success.
Pretending to be strong for everyone else, while collapsing everyday under the weight of my despair, too tired to fight off my demons that choke back my hope.
If I close my eyes, I can hear them
The quiet mumbling of the crowd
Voices mingling into one loud whisper
What do you see when you look at me?
Do you see someone who is happy as can be?
Did you ever think that that's what I want you to see?
In truth my feelings don't comply.
I had learned the skill by being a spy.
Here I am, Just Another
Walking around just like any other
Bounded by the lies I'm told
Growing sad, as I grow old
Here I am, Just Another
Grasping words of big brother
scars are something i have plenty of,
some are bigger than other
but they're all caused from something i've once loved
and mine are usually worse than anothers,
all my scars tell a story
The darkest night hides a chilling truth,
Invisble to even the most adept sleuth.
Creaking, whining, shrieking, twining,
Sneaking through the depths subliming,
Reaching out to the gleaming sun,
Persona,
the mind of the self, is perhaps
what is least seen
when we go to our daily bouts:
All that glitters isn't gold
And all that shimmers isn't diamond
Just because you think you know me,
Doesn't mean you really do.
I can guarantee you that I'm not
The person who you think I am,
Take these chains off my wrists,
take them off my ankles.
Take this mask off my face,
take it off right now!
These chains held me back!
That mask held my face,
held my true identity.
I laugh to hide the tears
I smile to mask the fear
I jump to hide how far i've sunk
I dance to get just one more chance
I wear a mask of what you want to see
Laughing, smiling, jumping, and dancing me
My mask is on
Almost all the time,
To hide the face
That is truly mine.
There are few I trust
To see the real me,
For if you knew
You wouldn’t want to see.
What you think of me
Is something that you will always believe
But today, I will take off my mask
That hides my dreadful past
Before, I hold back my tears
To hide my dreadful fears
My words are weak, my mind is blurry and surviving isn't enough.
What can you say to me?
to feel Alive,
to be Free,
to stay in Peace,
and to let Love be...
What will you see in me?
On my body there are scars
Ugly, hideous scars
These scars feel detached
As if they are not mine
But are simply leeches
Unwilling to let go
On my body there are scars
We wear the mask that hides who we are
It hides our highs and our lows
This debt we pay to society
With physical apperance
Picture perfect
Why should the world judge us?
I write to express what can't be said aloud
You see, to explain myself is quite a task
For I fear the future of not being proud
So again I put on the mask
This mask is simple yet draws a crowd
How did you see me?
Was it the color upon me?
There is nothing different about this faceless creature
So now I ask
None of us are what we seem to be; we have our scars.
We carry secrets, pain, baggage, feelings, and thoughts
That we keep hidden away from the unforgiving world.
You weren't suppose to see
your unexpected timely arrival caught me by surprise
and you weren't supposed to see
The disappointment turn to happiness in my eyes
the smile that belies
my true emotions come to rise
Ugly, fat, oh the names I’ve been called.
You ask if they bother me, I should say not at all.
I should hide behind my smile and silently say,
I am who I am and nothing can change me anyway.
When you see me you would think,
There goes a strong young man.
Never close to breaking him,
He feels as much as a tin can.
And if you asked me now,
this is what I'd tell.
I've never shed a tear
Time and time again
we all come
we all smile and grin
cause isn't this a blast?
we all come again and again
every once in a while
there is a "How've you been?"
"Fine" "Better" and even "good"
You think you want to die,
But you really just want to be saved.
Do they ignore you when you cry?
Do they see your inside is decayed?
Once again she stood, her mirror before,
Scanning the work that need be done.
'Twas time again to rise and face yet
Another day under the sun.
We wear the mask when we feel vicious.
Sometimes, everyone is lugubrious.
Satan wants us to feel alone,
So on goes the mask so no one will know
Our feelings of hurt and guilt.
Bravery, a concept of strange humanity
Is it real, does it even pertain to me?
Myth, legend, flaw of the human brain
Something some feel is the need to gain.
New faces bring new thunderstorms
The smell of fresh rain on pavement shows change in the air
The lightning flashes a bright sky for a split second
The moment rips away as thunder claps the same old darkness back
Behind this smile
that you all see,
their lies a girl
who's trying to be.
She puts up a front
that seems so strong
but on the inside
she can't hold on for long.
Each tear-
Another brick.
Each scar-
Another brick.
Each day-
Another brick.
I opened my heart to you-
Another wall entirely.
Will you help me build it?
In the daylight, she puts her makeup on
She walks out into the world with a smile on her face
She wants everybody to believe that she’s okay
She wants the world to think the best
What is ugly? One might ask,
When appearance is nothing but a mask.
Pretty features that work to hide
One's true potential that lies inside
