My Mask

My mask

I wake up every morning,

to put on a mask

This mask of happiness,

and walk around like it’s who I am.

That’s not me.

Me?

I am weak

I am sad

I am lonely

Yet people still say I am not alone.

I feel like it though.

This thing on my face-

it’s heavy and hard.

It’s bringing me down even more

than I already am.

Why bother?

It’s what I keep thinking.

Have this mask of happiness,

When that’s not what I’m feeling?

I feel alone.

Like I am all on my own.

So why?

I want to fit in?

I want to be loved?

I want to be cared about?

To feel like I belong.

So everyday,

I put on this mask,

This mask of happiness.

but still at night,

I cry myself to sleep.

Wondering when.

when I will be able to peel it off.

To peel off this mask.

My mask.

My mask of happiness.

 

Author's Note

I am not depressed, i was just having a really rough day that day :D