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
Copyright © Daisy Tyrrell | Year Posted 2017
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