Mask
I wonder if they ever take the time to think,
I wonder if they really understand,
We turn to them for help when we are on the brink,
Do they realise that our lives are in their hands.
Some use the approach of "Cruel to be kind"
All that ever does is break my heart,
I feel insanity is racing through my mind,
I see the end before I even start.
I'm caught up in this madness and I want to shout,
"Please Help Me" for I am feeling scared,
I feel deep inside that my strength is running out,
Familiar yet I'm always unprepared.
I wonder if they ever stop to realise,
That we don't all fit neatly in a box,
The "labels" they attach are all that I despise,
I'm many things but textbook I am not!
I guess I'll never know for I will never ask,
I don't think they would answer anyway,
Would I find a human if I seen beyond their mask,
I'm guessing in this box they'll make me stay.
Copyright © Angela Mccrimmon | Year Posted 2015
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