Masks
You were invincible.
Tough as nails.
Nothing ever got to you.
Or so everyone believed,
Until the day
You killed yourself.
You carried yourself with an upright zeal
Made it taboo to show any sign of weakness.
While your fortress stood steady,
Everything inside crumbled.
It appeared that you wore
An impenetrable suit of armor,
But the swords and daggers
Embedded themselves deep within you
To a place where physical pain ceases
And and a soul-felt storm begins
The armor, no, not armor
For armor protects you,
And what you wore
Was purely for the sake
Of those who “love” you.
No more than a mask
It Was a facade
Concealing the truth behind it.
The thing about masks?
They are not permanent.
But after all this time,
The mask became part of you
Fusing its plastic skin
With your hollow face.
So Emotionally worn out
The mask attempted to remove itself.
Dependant of it and now Inseparable,
You two became one
The both of you, shattered
Nothing left to give.
It’s not your fault.
You’ll be missed.
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