Hiding

We all have a mask we hide and we all know one day our mask is gonna break and we wonder who is gonna be there to help us.

Feeling alone,

that's a familiar feeling that comes and goes.

Feeling distant is my norm.

People ask me if i'm okay

but,

i lie,

I lie and say i'm fine

when inside i'm breaking.

How can i tell the truth?

Will they judge me?

Will they care enough to listen?
I put on a smile and pretend i'm okay,

to hide what's really wrong.

How much longer 'till this mask wear's out?

How much longer can i keep u[ this act?

One day my ability to hide will disappear

and when it does,

will anyone care enough to help?

 Will anyone be willing to listen?

Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

Very powerful poem. I remember years ago feeling I was shouting into an empty room with no one hearing my painful thoughts that I was screaming into the dark. Come to find out it wasn't a feeling but a reality. Only I was strapped to a bed in a pyche ward at a community hospital after a suicide attempt. Don't ever be afraid to shout what you feel. Sometimes truth hurts and it needs an outlet. Holding in these emotions is never a good thing because it only makes you feel more disillusioned and lost. And when you lose yourself you truly have nothing left. Don't ever be afraid to express yourself. Be true to you. People will respect you for that and many will come to admire it in you. Please keep on writing and sharing your thoughts with the world. Even if there are certain things you can't share write them down and give them a place other then inside your head. Your art is a reflection of you, so be a butterfly.

[K writes]

People ask me if i'm okay
but,
i lie,
I lie and say i'm fine
when inside i'm breaking.

I know these lines all too well, This is emotional and powerful.
enjoyed reading this