Masks

Panic disorder.

A mask can only put up a front
It will never be able to confront
She appears to be shy
Yet we don't know why
Her inner beings remain oblique
It has nothing to do with being meek
So lost for so long
Even the mask believed there wasn't anything wrong
While deep inside the mind cried
The mask went along with this lie
Years go by
She gradually began to die
Anxious and depressed
If only she could confess
Those feelings of distress
How long did it go on
Until she realized what was wrong
Eight years pain
Finally put to shame
Now thrown into a world of prescriptions
She wore this inscription of affliction
As the dosage began to climb
The more it felt like a crime
Afraid of what was next to come
Or what she would become
The change came fast
What she once was is in the past
Day by day the pain subdued
Until the moment she was renewed
Those who knew her best
Finally saw what had been hiding underneath her mask
Most they liked the new face
While some preferred to keep their space
The judgement of those she once trusted
Started a war of the disgusted
Denied by someone she valued the most
Caused her to become a ghost
Loyalty and honesty
Masks do not Worry about modesty
After some time
She came to realize
Those who denied her new being
Carried their own mask of no meaning
All the doubt
Only they can pull themselves out
So There was nothing left to grieve
The girl was as happy as can be
She was strong, free, and 19
While in bloom
She lit up the room
Her work isn't done
But now she doesn't run
Life ahead will hold difficult tasks
At least she can get through it without a mask.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

Most they liked the new face
While some preferred to keep their space
The judgement of those she once trusted
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Most liked the new face
While some preferred to keep their space
The judgment of those she once trusted

I wanted you to know...there's a correction...but I was only interrupted there...in life one must find those who are real and those that wear the mask...as with the case here...she also wore the mask...and now is free:

But now she doesn't run
Life ahead will hold difficult tasks
At least she can get through it without a mask.

Even with the struggles of herself...one can find a release and pursue a new direction...

[Isabelle]

thank you!! i completely missed that.
Thank you for reviewing.

[Glen Yumang Manese]

This one left a lot to consider...and you're welcome...that's why this is a writing community...we improve because others are willing to look in the words and give feedback...that's how we grow in our own as a writer or hobbyist...

[John Fitzgerald]

This is startlingly real, yet it is so delicate. It's somehow like a pane of that was cracked and is ready to break completely, but break in a positive sense, like the delusion, the facade, or whatever is about to be destroyed by the strength of well. There is a real longing for freedom in this, it is about Letting go of the negatives that hold us back and embracing what life throws at us, good and bad and knowing, truly knowing that we can only do our best and not worry.

[koty bell]

Funny thing about a mask is its only temporary... Great write congrats ur passion just became ur talent:)

[Isabelle]

Thank you!!

[DW Collins]

Hi Isabelle,

Just curious, do you rhyme all the time or is this just one of your styles? God therapy!

[Isabelle]

this is just one of my styles. Though rhyming comes the most naturally.

[J. Kell]

Great poem. People always want others to be what they want so they can be comfortable. I love the rhyme scheme throughout this poem.

[Isabelle]

Thank you!

[ron]

Very well written. Masks can be the most distructive of things we wear.