The Mask
I stand up only to be knocked back down,
I've been torn like paper,
and shattered like glass.
But you say life goes on...
so I stand up and act strong,
just as you tell me to.
I whipe away my tears,
cover the scars,
and hope that my smile never fades.
I laugh to hide the pain,
but I cry more to ease it.
I walk with a smile,
but it is not real.
You tell me it will be okay,
but the sleepless nights,
and tearfilled days,
tell me it won't be.
I seem so "happy",
no one would ever guess,
I wish everyday to be my last.
But you say to "be happy",
even though we both know I won't be.
...Still I listen,
I close my eyes,
take a deep breath,
and continue to act is if my life was perfect.
My sorrows get washed away,
with my blood and tears,
because with this mask you tell me to wear,
I know the pain will never go away.
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