The Mask

This is my life.

Well at least a part of it

I was raised to be strong

And win at everything I did.

I am a happy person

Well, at least most days

But then the dark rolls in

And I feel like im stuck in a daze

Perfect has never been a word

To describe my life

Sharp words of hate and anger

Still cut me like a knife.

But as the words continued to come

My skin grew. Thicker. Stronger.

Until the words of hate and anger

Hurt no longer.

But that is just the outside.

What you see is a mask

I am forced to hide my pain

Forever my task

This is my life.

No pain can be shown.

Pain means weak, and in my world

The word weak is not known.

Behind this mask

Is where I have lived for so long

Waiting and hoping

For someone to come along

Some one to see past

This mask that I wear

See the scared little girl

And for her they would care

This is a fantasy

Nothing but a dream

You wont neither see nor hear anything

From the girl behind the mask

Not a laugh

Not a cry

Not even a scream

The mask is my wall

My way of protection

From the lies of the world

Coming from all directions

So for that reason alone

Behind this mask

Is where ill forever

Call home.