Think you see the real me?
Think again.
I wear a mask
To hide myself,
The real me,
From the world.
The same mask
Every day.
Seems happy enough,
Laughs and jokes,
Messes around.
But beneath the mask
A whole other being exists,
One who doesn't dare show her face
For fear of rejection,
Of ridicule.
This being is confused,
Unhappy,
Depressed, even.
Wants to call out for help
But is too ashamed to do it,
To admit it,
To share her feelings
With anyone.
She hates herself,
Would do anything to lead a different life,
To be a different person.
Thinks if people knew the real her
They wouldn't want to know,
Would run
And leave her more alone than ever before.
So she hides
Beneath that mask
And fakes herself
To everyone.
Trouble is,
Cracks are appearing in the mask,
Impossible to cover up
And getting wider all the time.
Soon it will be gone
And she will be exposed for who she really is,
A liar and a fake.
Where will that leave her?
Outcast and alone.
Where will that leave me?
Dead.
