Life Behind a Mask

 

 

There has always been a thin line.
A thin line between my sanity,
And my breaking point.


A taught thread,
Holding my seams shut,
Keeping my armor together.


The glass,
Between my calm,
Peaceful,
Exterior,

 

And my complete,
Inevitable,
Destruction.


No one sees,
The Hate.
The Pain.
The Suffering.
The Real,
World.


Of how hard it is.
How cold it is.
They have their own world.

I don’t have a world.
All I have,
Is a personal,
Hell.

My own,
Torture cell,
Where my soul,
Is trapped

Hid,
Behind,
A Mask.
A Cold,
Porcelain,
Mask.
Seamless.


I don’t take it off.
It is a part of me.
I am always ready to protect myself.
I expect the pain…
Because I know…
It’s coming.

The porcelain,
Shatters,
The glass,
Cracks.
The thread,
Frays.
The thin line,
Blurs.
...You have,
NO,
Idea…
What has happened.
 

I’m past,
My breaking point.
I’m shattered.
I’ve split,
My seams.
I am defenseless.


My,
Destruction…
Has arrived.
My cell,

My personalized,

Hell,
Is Open.

You have,
NO idea,
About my life,
Behind a mask.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Silent Kim aka mizmetap..]

You weaved a sory expressing your personnel hell, all see outside but never the war being battled inside.

My own,
Torture cell,
Where my soul,
Is trapped
Hid,
Behind,
A Mask.

These few words explain it all.

Nice write.