The Mask

The pain of being forced to pretend everything is alright

 

Why?

Why must I be this way

I don’t want to

Please don’t make me

I don’t want to put on the mask

No

No

No more

I feel myself dying with every tortured second

You forced me to wear that mask

Why?

How can you look into tormented soul

And still put that on me

The pain was unbearable

My soul and sanity were splitting in two

Every day I gazed around

All they saw was happiness

All I felt was anguish

A broken heart

A broken spirit

Everything was fading away

Everything but the masquerade

The prancing around

“Everything is fine”, you soothed

It’s all me

All in my head

A scream stayed in my throat

Clawing at my insides

At my soul

The crushing feeling of

The mask

It’s forever burned within me

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Ashley]

I like it. When you said the line, "I feel myself dying with ever tortured second"

i think the word is suppose to be "every" with a "y" at the end.
also, when you said, "why"
put a question mark @ the end like this, "why?"

nevertheless, fantastic job.