Behind My Mask

by Sean Allen   Sep 9, 2004


I walk through the hallways
With my confidence on my sleeves;
No doubts on the surface,
No hidden miseries.

I seem so smart and funny,
So intelligent and loud,
So graceful and sweet,
So righteous and proud.

No one seems to think
My mind needs rest.
I'll always finish my work,
Always pass that test.

But when I get home,
I can finally cry;
Away from all those people,
Away from all those lies.

I'm not super-human,
I'm just a normal boy,
I share your hopes and fears,
I share your happiness and joy.

I'm sorry if this seems like
Self-indulgent crap;
I wrote it to be free
From my self-destructive trap.

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  • 20 years ago

    by Lance Hardy

    Nice poem man. I know how you feel. Sorry that I'm of few words...but thats just me ya kno? Easier to explain things in person than in writing...on most things.

  • 20 years ago

    by TrUtH hUrTs

    this is kewl sean...real and raw...and thanx 4 ur comment...i din't know that cyan was bluish ...i assumed it to be like maroon or something..thanx 4 telling me that...
    take care
    ananya/aka truth hurts

  • 20 years ago

    by Michelle

    Sean it's been awhile...Craig is here so I haven't been on the site as much...but great poem...really feeling this and I remember how it DID feel as well...will catch up with the rest of your poems soon..awesome job!

  • 20 years ago

    by Kevin J

    I could have written that. I wore that same mask all through HS and still wear it sometimes. You did awesome job, with the wording and rhyming. I could feel the emotion. I bet it felt good to write that;)

    A big 5 thumbs

    If you ever need to talk, let me know;)
    L8tr dude

    Kev

  • 20 years ago

    by Aken Sol

    You really feel that way Sean? I mean, if you wanted to talk, why didn't you come to me? Well, i guess it would be wierd to tell me that my poem is a great read and all but don't be embarrassed.
    All joking aside, this was a good poem although the ryhming for "test" and "rest" does seem a bit forced. Honest though, if you'd like to talk, I'm here for you.

    Aken Sol

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