This is really good and you can feel a scense of hoplessness when reading it. I love the line "So which mask should I wear today?" that's often one of my thoughts. But one quick question on the 3rd last line shouldn't the phrase "Every so slowly..." be "Ever so slowly..."
Wow. The sense of hoplessness and helplessness is clear through every word of this beautiful poem. Some of the rhymes sound forced, but, otherwise, it is deeply powerful and wonderful write overall. Keep up the good work!
sometimes we create our own hell,
when we imprison ourselves inside our own shell,
and just when we think we'll never get it right,
a new idea and then we see the light,
let it build,let it grow,
let it shine, let it glow,
then one day before you know,
wings begin to form and dry,
you begin to learn to try,
then one day you'll know how to fly,
as free as a bird in the sky,
because you had become a butterfly
Excellent write on tragic, dark, deeply depressive emotions. It can feel like your trapped in hell with no way out when caught up in this turmoil. It is hell.
This is very dark and introspective, and it sounds like you know who you are. That being the case, I can't think of any reason to wear a mask. Have a good one, sir, and keep writing!
Once I ran and hid my face
Scared to face my disgrace
Always running no way out
Now I stand and shout
THESE ARE MY RHYMES!
When I write it's like I have tapped into some kind of creative ener.. more..