Masks

We so often change ourselves to try in fit in. It becomes such and often act, we forget we are doing it, and we forget why.

Today I choose happy.

Happy will hide all of the sadness I am keeping in,

It will protect me from appearing weak,

It will draw the attention away from from the misery snaking up my neck,

I can not stand out, therefore I choose a happy mask.

Tomorrow I will be calm.

I will not express the sea of dismay in my head,

It will hide the tsunami of feelings I am hit with,

It will cover the distress I am drowning in,

I have to be calm, or they will see what a mess I really am.

I will then chose exited.

To prove I have feeling,

But not enough to draw attention,

Just enough to blend in,

I must not be dull, but expressing emotion is much worse.

I may next tango with confidence.

I can not show how truly scared I am.

It will hide the timidness radiating off of me,

It will mask how meek I really am,

I can not be afraid, or I will be judged.

I will never show my real face, that could only cause trouble.

They would see that I am breaking, that I am not alright.

They would see me for who I really am.

That is the worst thing I can imagine.

Instead, I put on my mask and become a new person.

A socially acceptable me.

Author's Note

This definitely isn't one of my best pieces, but I'm trying something new. As always, all comments are welcome, and I hope you like :)

Reviews

[Justin]

Amazing!!! Sometimes we have to put a mask to get the day is all we can do!!!