Life, or Something Like it

May 2009

I've always been the kind of girl that hides my face.
I'm afraid that if I tell the world what I want to say,
they'll just laugh at me.

So instead, I hide behind a mask.
A mask that I try to use to please everyone around me,
disregarding my own expectations.

I hide under this mask of emotions
because I know better than to come out of my shell.
Once I come out, nothing will be the same.

This world scares me.

You can spend all day doing things for yourself,
and wake up the next to it all crashing down around you.
It's a continuous cycle of "been there's" and "done that's."
And this world won't get better one person at a time,
like a book club, or a fan club.

It's not a charity event that you can just stop donating money to.
Life is a game; except once you start, you can't quit.

Unless you die

Death is the easy part; Living is the challenge.
Now it is up to me to decide, learn to stand up for myself.

Who knows, maybe one day, I will.
But for now, I just take it as I am.
Maybe one day I'll get the strength to cope; to stand up and shout

"I'm ready to live!"