Masks

Under the façade

Nothing is what it seems

A different mask

Everyday

Hiding the truth

A hypocrite, lying

The perfect disguise

Never showing

Breaking down slowly

Crawling away from the world

Trapped in the downfall

Nobody knows

At the end of the day

We remove the masks

Beaten and bruised

Free until morning

Reviews

[r. firefly]

You should read Ruins of Dreams by Dedpoet. It addresses dreams in a way similar to yours - yet from a slightly different angle. Your poem seems to be about the phony masks we have to wear and how our dreams allow us to drop them. In a comment about Ruins of Dreams a reviewer told about how pressure to succeed can make daily life miserable. I see your poem is a corallary to that notion. In order to be somebody we have to hide who we really are. I love the last like "free till morning" Yes! free from that judgemental world where we have to hide our true selves.

[Kelsey Rae]

I definitely will check out Ruins of Dreams. Thanks! You got exactly where I was coming from!

[Inject Positivity]

So true to many of our lives, this is what we wear everyday until we go to our own room and lie in our bed... The whole day hidden inside a mask we live... This kind of life is painful and heartbreaking and I have went through the days like that... Well presented...

Sincerely
Dhiman

[:o]

Something I can relate too. Our past can create a mask. Our fears can create a mask. There are many but we have the ability to remove them and be free from their confinement if we wish. The problem remains, easier said than done.