Lost in the FacadeA Poem by Haley Wilson
I am a master at disguise.
For a very long time now, my face has worn multiple masks. Each one has conveyed a different personality and unique traits. However, none of them gave me the one true ability I need - to be the best version of the real me. To be quite frank, I believe that I've lost myself in this mess of a life. What once held potential and sacred hope now flickers dully, as if it's an omen for negative occurrences. And the only way I know how to cope is by hiding behind my beloved masks. One to show happiness, another to portay simple empathy, and countless others. When I am without a disguise, I feel utterly hopeless and meaningless. Alas, I am the one to blame for these feelings. Recently, I have felt more lost than ever. Before my life turned into a chaotic sea of emotions, it was merely a small lake with occasional ripples. Oh, how I grieve and crave that stae of mind... but it is gone. The dams are broken and the flood is everlasting. Nevertheless, I try to calm this internal storm. Every effort I make, every step I choose to take, seems to just be either broken or left to be coated in dust. All I want is to get rid of all these masks, and let the real persona bring sunshine to my mind and life at last. All I need is that push of encouragement.
© 2014 Haley WilsonAuthor's Note
Featured Review
Reviews
|
Stats
409 Views
5 Reviews Added on December 2, 2014 Last Updated on December 2, 2014 AuthorHaley WilsonFort Erie, Ontario, CanadaAboutThe name's Haley. I'm 20, graduated from high school, and have a strong passion for writing. What I write aren't exactly poems or stories, but musings about my own life and thoughts on different subje.. more.. |

Flag Writing