I wear this smile on my face for the masses around me,
Happy and giggles to hide the real me.
The depression and sorrow eating me alive,
Dragging me deep into this pit of dispair to horrid for the masses up there.
The real side of fright and fear the unstable me the one I must bare,
The agony, the lies, the deceit, and dispair also known as the one the masses fear.
Caged away like a virus hidden in the darkest shadows in the deepest pit,
The one who hides behind this mask of smiles the one who doesn't truly care.
The real me hidden way down here while the masses see smiles and bravory against fear,
The truth covered by lies and no one cares about the face behind this mask with the smile out here.
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Author:
Toxic Nightmare (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: My life everyday
- Category: Reflection
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You'll never be happy until you take that mask off. It's a frightening thing, but when you're ready to, give a try will you? Your words are true. Best regards.
I understand you completely, taking the mask off is difficult because "the masses" often need to see that mask in order for the world to make sense. People see me as the center of attention, relaxed, funny, composed, meanwhile I'm often dying inside. In terms of family, they need that falseness. It's sad but it's sort of like a super hero.
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