Masks

I stuff my feeling in a hole.

Where I bury my heart and soul.

And layer the cover with wood and nails.

Then put on a mask that never fails.

I listen, watch and shut my mouth.

Make sure I shove my tears down south. 

I'll never let them break down the wall. 

That hides me, covers me; safe thick and tall.

I smile and laugh, oh so genuinely.

But can't find the courage to set free the desires inside of me.

But sometimes when through the cracks I fall.

Someone special breaks down that wall.

But I will never let you see. 
The truth I let them see in me.

Author's Note

I wrote last year in an English class.