Behind the Mask of Insanity

Do you ever find yourself 

slowly slipping out of the grasp of reality, 

and into the embrace of insanity? 

Silently hoping for a miracle, 

or maybe just a change in humanity? 

The world is numb to our silent tears, 

they say that we're weak because we have fears. 

But I know that's not true, 

and I know they are wrong, 

for they are the weak and we are the strong. 

We stay up every night staring into the void, 

our minds erased, and our hearts destroyed. 

By what you may ask? 

And we will reply; 

This is my mask, behind which I cry. 

The pain we endure you may never know. 

The pain we endure we may never show.

Author's Note

Just my thoughts at noon on a Saturday morning..