The Masks That Hide Me

This piece is how I hide every inch of my true emotions and show it all in my writing.

Beauty That I cannot see Happy That I cannot be I see an ugly being Never happy Happiness is a lie So my depression just shines Funny, depression is so dark But that's my ball park  Beautiful is not who I am But her... damn I hate myself I put the happiness on a shelf And the makeup is to cover the ugly And mask the unhappy I have more than one mask  To see through them all is quite a task  but that might be a good thing I'm a very horrifying being I'm not as good as I seem I have a bad side It's my Hyde  even though I have no Jekyll that makes me chuckle the fact that i can relate to no one I'm eternally alone I guess that means I can die now the question is how a slit? neck or wrist? pills? I also don't have gills... the ways are endless  and I'm getting restless I see some knives I guess this can cover my goodbyes so I hope to see you on the other side <3 always, Kayla