Why

My childhood home a war....bedtime gave me solace to cry and let out all my pain....fore during the day....a tear shed was a forbidden capital offense....a sign of weakness not allowed to have

I was so sure that no one knew the hurt and pain that I went through.

I cried into the lonely night it isn't fair, it isn't right!

In the darkness I was free, to let my sadness truly be.

Then in the the morning cold and light I hid my sadness in the night.

 

I picked a mask that I could wear, I was angry, I didn't care!

I would not let them see my pain so they could mock or hurt again!

I'd wear my armor hard and tough but in the night not tough enough!

For in the dark and deep of night fear came again I could not fight.

 

I let out all the hurt I dare into the dark with no one there.

No one could tell, no one could see, or smirk or make fun of me.

In daylight I could win and fight each anguished weakness in the night.

I didn't like the fear and pain but I felt safe when night time came.

 

Safe to tuck my mask away, before another painful day.

My armor weighed so heavily, it was the night that set me free!

Could others be a lot like me, with hurt & fears no one can see?

              If armor hides what people feel, we all use mask to hide  what's real!

WHY !!

Reviews

[alexlessah]

i loved this. very nice job.