To The Boy

To the boy behind the mask

You never reveal your heart to all who ask

You put on a show for the world to see

How will you ever be free?

 

To the boy who had it all

She spent three years at your call

Yet, she left never knowing your heart

She mourns for your soul as you part

 

To the boy who lost it all

You walked away and left her to fall

She wonders why you never opened up

She wonders if you’ll ever grow up

  

To the boy full of sin

Why are you afraid to let the world in?

Do you think the world will not love you?

The world’s love is beyond your view

 

To the boy filled with lies

I'm here to tell you the truth

It’s not the world that causes your pain

Your lies and disloyalty are your chain

 

Author's Note

This is just something I wrote to get my pain out. Please to do not critique. Thanks.

Reviews

[Prince of Poetry]

"You say its my lies
I must say Im quite surprised
Its not easy You just dont realize
How hard it is for me
To let go of my pride and actually be free
If only you'd open your eyes to see
You'd agree
Being this way was never a plan for me"

I liked your write it kinda speaks to me...Its like someone is speaking through you to get to me...I hope you dont mind me improving off of your poem....Awesome write

[Static C]

When we lose something precious to us the worst part is the anger. Most of the time the anger comes from the fact that we can't really say what we would like to scream at the loss. We also often find resentment from the fact that there was never any responsibility taken by the bringer of pain. I think that is why so many of us enjoy writting. We have an outlet for our pent up storms.

[MARZ]

good as cathartic work

forMARZly yours

[LostCauze[:P]]

Fantastic poem, just one think. The rhythm doesn't fit the rhyme. Other than that this poem is fantastic. Keep writing.

[Brenda Sue]

So very wise. Beautifully written. Great write.

[Dane]

When the mask is ready to be raised it was too late to summon the mate whose filleted heart I broke unexpectedly through life I had not yet understood to be one I lived projected upon a heavy thud miscarried beyond care in the end because of a mask I used to staunchly wear, smothered by a deep rooted fear.

Mask wearers end up being the best carers, although they don't know it. Now I do I'm told.

[Lena]

Your Words are wonderful and pure.
You made me remember my innocents and my time spent with my boy behind the mask.
Thanks for the memories.

[Yaooooooo]

Overall a good read, keep up the good work and feel free to send me a request when ever..
One!

[Jamie Fantasy]

I love this poem! It's so you - romance and religion. :) I love how writing brings out all your emotions in such a beautiful way. Thank you for sharing this with us. I know it's not easy to put yourself out there.

I'm looking foward to seeing more writing from you. Welcome to Writer's Cafe! I'm glad to have you here! *muah*