Daisy Tyrrell Poet Bio

The Mask

I’m great, fine, and intelligent in everyway
I love every night and live everyday
I live laugh, write and sing
And wonder what New Days might bring

Then I get home and release the mask
The day is over and nearly that impossible task
It’s finally over, no more lies
And continue to wait patiently for the day i die

Cry, cut and overdose to sleep
Breaking all the promises I have promised to keep
I wait and wonder, then cry some more
I ache all over, I’m ever so sore

Then I’m not alone, the mask reappears
Away goes the grief, pain and rivers of tears
I am cheerful all day, sunshine and rainbows not a shade of  grey

Of course I’m not ok; of course I’m not fine
I can’t persist a non-fake smile
I don’t know why i feel like this...
But my life is some long endless mist

For Now i continue to slit with a knife 
For hope in the future i might slip and end my life

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Richard Lamoureux November 5, 2017 at 9:45 AM This is one of your best although quite sad. The contrast between the two realities makes the piece more significant. The same way shadow and light in a painting lends beauty to it. I am curious to hear your response to my soup mail. I am interested in having a dialogue with you if you are serious about becoming a better poet. Daisy Tyrrell November 5, 2017 at 9:51 AM thankyou so much, although i don't think a received a soup mail from you?