My Mask.

I cover up with a mask,

As apparently this is my task.

May I just ask?

That I am not bask.

I am teased,

I feel unrelieved.

People think I'm deceived,

But it's all conceived.

I wear make-up,

But i feel so made up.

I want to erupt,

 But can't interrupt.

I have to accept,

That you can't be kept.

I haven't slept,

As I'm to upset.

Author's Note

I'm just going through a rough patch. This is not my best poem, but posting anyways.

Reviews

[Angie G]

This piece reminds me of one of my own called Charade. Magnificent write my dear.

[Em]

Cool, thank you so much for the reviews.