"happy"A Poem by RadacachWritten January 14, 2013
As I lay in the puddle of tears on my bed
I feel so alive My mask has been taken off It's truly me The words I speak are so me Almost too me There so unclean that they hurt my ears When I wake up from my bed and head out to school I turn around and grab that "happy" right off the shelf Just hoping no one notices it's a mask I look so calm So collected You could never tell that on the inside are scars so deep So alive That i relive them everyday But when I get home I open up your stories and feel so alive How can I ever share myself with anyone When can I trust people to love me for my scars For my scars make me But at one point they broke me So when I close your book I take off that mask Smash it to pieces I tell myself tomorrow I will be myself When I get up I make a new mask A better one One that can't be broken One that can hide anything Maybe one day together we can break it But for now I'm fine with always being "happy"
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