The Metaphor Poem

Happiness  

A well-worn wasteland  

Hiding my true feelings behind a smile  

But my eyes refuse to lie showing the true me  

A version I don’t want anyone to ever see  

Perfectly masked and secure from the outside world  

I am a burning kiss, the pain of deception lying on their lips  

Like a vampire the marks I give my victims last forever 

But I just pray it ends with me  

A ray of sunshine and happiness to the world  

But its complete darkness and gloom behind closed doors 

I slowly wish one day I will completely turn into the version of myself I pretend to be  

Hope and pray that this mask will get stuck and there will be no escape  

The version of myself I want to be, the change I hope I’ll make one day