Under the mask

Under the mask,

I am a mess,

I am broken,

Scarred,

And worst of all damaged

Under the mask,

I am not tough,

I am scared to be hurt again,

Lied to again,

By the people I hold close

Under the mask,

I am vulnerable,

The smallest things you say,

Are bullets to my bare skin,

And the most tragic this is that you will never notice

Under the mask,

Is the truth of who I am,

Damaged,

Fearful,

And defenseless

Under the mask,

I am submerged in a layer of scars,

I am an emotional wreck,

A person with so much baggage  that her carry on is heavier than her suitcase,

But I am me

Over the mask,

I am fake,

I lie about my whole world,

I act happy and undamaged,

And I am a pretender 

All good pretenders know,

The day people realize that you wear a mask,

Is the day you can never put it back on,

So from this day on,

I no longer wear the mask that has protected me for so many years

I only wear my mess of a human,

Damaged,

Vulnerable,

Real,  

Face 

Reviews

[The Ink Chapters]

Beautifully written and with a good progressing meaning

[Sara Elyse Abrams]

Thanks I really appreciate this review.