Looking in the mirror
afraid of what you might see.
Trying not to shed a tear.
Which mask will it be?
The sun shines outside.
The birds sing in the trees.
You use the masks to hide inside.
What more could they want from me?
I guess today,
that I'll be happy.
Don't know which way.
This poem is sappy.
You know how to pretend.
You've done it all your life.
You lie to all your friends.
You wish you had some strife.
People ask what's wrong.
But they don't understand.
No one hears my song.
My masks are in my hand.
There's so many masks,
there's nothing i can do.
Please free me from my cast.
Which mask will you choose?
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Author:
Elise Sperry (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 23rd, 2016 09:15
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is for everyone because everyone has felt this way some time in their life.
- Category: Sad
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Comments3
I sympathize, we all have masks. Keep writing, this was pretty good
(I'm just going to add something I got from this, because I enjoyed it)
Your masks to hide you from your shame
We are all just a pawn in their game
Quick to leave a stain
Quick to bring pain
And what's left that remains
All the ruins and torn down caves
Be true to yourself
But forced to wear a mask
Society puts a label on those who they know will not last
Time is running out and we're going down fast
Lord put blood on my doors to make this storm past
Free at last
I'm just freeing my ambitions
I take time to look at what I'm missing
There it goes it's me
Lost in the world who cannot see
If I go just leave it me
Masks cut your eyes differently just to see
Believe me
Chameleon. Been one my whole life. It is totally dishonest to yourself and to others. It is destructive. Thanks for sharing.
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