Mask

Tue, 06/11/2019 - 17:32 -- dnk1102

Mask

She wakes up everyday

She gets dressed and puts on her mask

She walks out the door and pretends to be happy

When really…

she's broken

She goes about her day as if everything is ok

She puts a wall with a single door

No one can come in that door

and see her sadness

People bully her

hurt her

and treat her like dirt

Feeling like a child in a dark room on a stormy night

Trapped in the web of society

Spiraling into an endless world of defeat

She realizes that pretending to be happy is her hell

She has to let her feelings free

So she takes off her mask

She’s free

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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