My face is a mask that I use to hide among the living. I smile, bow, greet and meet new faces. I wonder how many of us wear them. Use them to "get by" I have had a mask on for far too long. I am lost and do not know my own face. I look in the mirror and do not see me. I see the mask. What have I become. I am a stranger in my own skin. Uncomfortable and itchy. Scratching to set myself free. Bleeding but not reborn. You do not know me. Though you may try. I will confuse you. I confuse myself. Lost in my own mind I scream for sanity. I only get an answer when I hear my echo talk to me. My friend. The only one that knows who I am. My thoughts are my enemies. They fail me at best. I think therefore I can not be like the rest. I rest my mask on my pillow of lies. Deceit and I are associates in my disguise. Welcome it or die.
1 comment:
wow, your post really touched me, cuz that's how i feel, cuz past 3 years i've been soo depressed, but when i'm with my friends or in the public i always act like i'm happy and nothing is wrong with me....kinda like wearing a mask..
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