Mask

So many thoughts in my head
Everything would be better if I was dead.
I put on my smile for the day,
The one that clears my tears away.
I dry my eyes and put on my make up.
It’s only a mask, a tiny cover up.
I keep running from me,
Where’s my escape from misery?
I feel so helpless, so alone,
And I try to make my sadness known.
It stays inside me,
So no one can see.
That I wear a mask and never cry,
Even though inside I’m waiting to die.

Hayley ©