Faded mask

a poem about wearing a mask so long that you can scarcely tell what is the true you and what is a persona anymore. PLZ Read

 

 

 

 

 

The world can't see my pain

It's behind a wall of porcelein

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A wall so solid and close to reality

 

The lines of my and her wants blend

The lines fade and the mask

Melts into my reality

 

On my face, on my world

 

The me that's really me is hidden

But it’s been so long, so long

I can't tell

 

I'll smile if she ever really comes back

But my hopes for that

 

Are stark, dark, Black

Reviews

[Helen Crutchett]

A very reflective and introspective poem. Well written!

[Emily Dickinson Jr.]

Thanx Helena I'm glad u liked it :-)

[Nick.B]

I can relate to the poem, our true faces are hidden behind some pretty mask, we can see the monsters inside us, but they can't....anyway great poem, well done

[Emily Dickinson Jr.]

thanx :-)