Hiding the Real Me

I don’t have a dark past that I’m ashamed of

I don’t have a secret eating me from the inside out

But I wear a mask.

My emotions are a part of me that I can’t control when I’m alone

They are strong and are only allowed to show themselves as happiness

Never fear, never sadness, never anger

I hide behind a curtain to help others with their emotions

But I am not fit to do so

When I am a monster.

I love to help others, but by showing them how I am without my curtain

Would scare them away.

I have to help them with their emotions and stress

But they would not want to help me with mine.

The emotions that I feel are forced to quiet themselves

So that others can continue their lives without worry.

It’s harder to love somebody when they’re angry,

So I hide my anger and my sadness far behind my mask,

Choosing to feel loved instead of the hate I fear I will receive.