For What It's Worth

is it worth a broken heart

to be able to break all the others?

what is it like

to sew together comedy and tradgidy

so you can pretend to be fine when everything

is coming undone

how does it feel to waltz with your emptiness

through the thousands of elaborate masks we all wear

to hide our hollow souls

and fade into the nothingess we all have inside

what do you feel when you break

and you throw youself blindly into your pain

because it's the realist thing you can feel

you hold it tight until its numb again.

does hiding really work

does it help to be the only one who knows you

so they can never judge you

so they cannot infect you with their poison feelings

do you feel better now

now that you have everything you ever wanted

do these objects fill the void of emotions you lack

do they help you feel

or are you still wearing a mask to show your emotions

we're all dressing up our nightmares

making them beautiful for the show

putting spotlights on our fears

and whispering sweet nothings to our tradgedies

we paint smiles on masks and wear them with a frown

because who would ever know the difference

we're walking with our heads down

accedentally falling into eachothers lives

we listen to others pain to feel better about ours

but nothing takes it away

nothing fills the emptiness

nothing lights the dark

so tell me

is it worth a broken heart

to make everyone else feel the same

Reviews

[Emily]

Lovely wording!
Keep it up!!