Persona ridens

Smiling mask

A smile I'll wear 

so don't worry  

In laughter I hide 

pain you won't see 

A happy facade  

is what I will be 

 grass that is greener 

full of fakery

 A cross to bear

 we all have our own

burdens not shared

all kept at home

why would you care 

you'll tire of the groan 

then you'll beware 

and off you have flown

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Gee]

Aye, folk do not want to listen to the woes of others, their polite " how are you" is just an empty question they do not want answering :)
Good morning

[Dave W.]

Indeed, thankyou for the review

[.]

We all have wounds that we hide from others, we all have masks that we hide from others - maybe even different for each person. You can't experience everything with everyone, so sometimes we have to hide ourselves. This poem reflects this very well, sir, I liked it.

[Dave W.]

Thank you Weren't, I have friends that offer an ear to listen, my paranoid brain thinks if I talk to much I will wear out the people who care, I keep alot to myself and express my loneliness and grief in poetry, this way I can get it out and if anyone asks say "They're just words" that way I don't burden and people don't worry. I guess we all have our crosses to bear.

[Dave W.]

Ignore the word Weren't i don't know why it autocorrected that

[.]

I'm so sorry you feel this way. You are not a burden to anyone. Please try to be more open with those around you about your feelings, I'm sure they will understand.

[Dave W.]

Thank you, it's fine somethings are not meant for anyone else, some things are meant to be carried alone

[.]

Very wisely said. You are right. wishing you the best sir

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

i am known in every office i've worked at as te cheerful one. i make jokes, smile, laugh, do all the things the world wants. but they dont know what lies behind the mask. if they see it, they'd screech in fright. i dont need sympathy, and they dont want me to unload on them. is this a society? it seems to be..

[Dave W.]

Right? It's almost like a constant pain that waxes and pains, to share everytime you feel hurt or alone would wear the patience out of those offered ears, people say they want to help but it is a deeper hurt than what can be helped, don't get me wrong, I love my friends but there is alot I keep to myself.

[Dave W.]

Waxes and wains, I have fat fingers when typing.