Free Poetry Contest
Living is hard.
No matter what I do I can't keep my head up.
I get the smallest ray of sunshine,
But the greed of the world destroys it.
Why can't I for once I want to live without my mask?
Why can't I be the one who gets help?
Why am I always the one who gives it?
It is sickening how weak I feel.
It's even worse how people think I'm strong.
For once I wish people saw behind my mask.
This is what comes from sadness.
A lie that even you can never believe,
But everyone else does.
I want to take off my mask.
I want people to see that I am not strong.
I want to show them that all they see is who I once was.
The world is cruel.
This life has made me nothing but a shell.
This world sucks the strength out of everyone.
At night I draw the curtains.
At night I close all the doors.
At night I take off my mask.
The only person who sees it is my reflection.
The only person who knows is a shell of a shell.
The only person doesn't exist in this dimension.
For some reason everyday I keep the mask on.
For some reason I am compelled to wear it.
For some reason I am the one who wears the mask for others.
I am the one who takes others burdens.
I am the one who doesn't care of myself anymore.
After all how can something empty feel anything but hope for other people who are draining.
The answer is always wear a mask.
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? By KendraBurnett19 On 11/19/2014 4:00:25 PM
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