The Mask

It’s an expression; a figure of speech; a representation of me

I say that I wear a mask, and I know it’s true

I’m a person pretending to be someone I’m not.

I live in a world where no one understands the real me

I hide myself, from who I am,

Not letting no one know the real me.

I say no one cares,

But when I look around,

I have so many people that do care.

People say that they want to be my friends,

But I never let it happen.

Always scared of the hurt,

Petrified of what people might say,

Can’t bare the heart-ache,

I look around for acceptance or an approval

For something I know won’t happen.

I wish on a star for a way out

Counting the days til’ I’m gone.

One by one they go

Always there for people,

But they are never there for me.