The Mask

I was once sad and lonely,

Having nobody to comfort me,

So I wore a mask that always smiled;

To hide my feelings behind a lie.

Before long, I had many friends;

With my mask, I was one of them.

But deep inside, I still felt empty,

Like I was missing a part of me.

Nobody could hear my cries at night

For I designed my mask to hide the lies.

Nobody could see the pain I was feeling

For I designed my mask to be laughing.

Behind all the smiles were the tears

And behind all the comfort were the fears.

Everything you think you see,

Wasn't everything there was to me.

Day by day,

I was slowly dying.

I couldn't go on,

There was something missing..

Until now I'm still searching

For the thing that'll stop my crying.

For someone who'll erase my fears,

For the person who'll wipe my tears.

But till then I'll keep on smiling.

Hiding behind this mask I'm wearing.

Hoping one day I can smile,

Till then, I'll be here.. waiting.

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Better Dead

I'm so torn as I sit alone in a lifeless jumble of secret thoughts,

Wanting to end this bitter pain for some relief, 

even momentarily.

It won’t subside, 

This negative force that breaks my heart and kills my joy.

Feeling sorry with useless tears,

Are nights long gone, 

The visceral truth is lain bare.

Fear is the only motivation to carry on this cowardly charade, 

Isolation, 

The only option not to scare the world. 

Not able to grasp at the offer of life,

No longer able to play the optimist.

I will surely sink and wither away, 

Perhaps that's the way to go, 

Sink into the depths of despair, 

Drown in the uselessness of it all.

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Say it. I'm LAME. Thanks.

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