A stranger hides behind my face,
Someone which no one sees.
A broken soul,
imprisoned by remorse,
longing to be set free.
A stranger walks on by your home,
unnoticed by your eye,
You think its me, when it’s not,
My faces’ clever lie,
Chained to darkness,
but not by choice,
Punishment befitting my sins,
Regret and bitter judgement,
ever closing in.
It steals my name,
It wears my clothes,
this stranger,
that everyone knows.
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That was dark, yet beautifully written. I know exactly how you feel. It’s like your wearing a mask
Thank you, and yes- I wear a mask in all aspects of life. Everyone, no matter who, does. It’s how we survive.
I totally agree. This mask I wear keeps me sane. I don’t think I’d be alive today without it.
That poem is one of the most beautiful things I’ve read in my life. I wish I had the talent to write something like. On the other hand, I can relate to every thing you wrote. I put on the laughing on the outside, but really crying and greiving on the inside show every minute of everyday. It makes me somewhat pleased to know we are alike in some ways.
<3 you flatter me sir.
I couldn’t agree with you more. I’m a personal trainer, so looking physically healthy and acting psychologically “upbeat”, is a requirement. I have perfected the image, but it only allows the inside to further decay without notice.
I can barely pretend to be upbeat, hehe. Random strangers tell me I look hateful. x_x
Couldn’t have said it any better. Beautifully well written.
I tried to burn my mask, but my family dug it out of the ashes and shoved it back to me. Been wearing it to this day.
If you don’t want to wear it, don’t. You could smash it into pieces- they can’t fix that… unless one of them is a dwarf born of stones and gifted with super glue… then maybe they can fix it. o_o