i see you over and over again
you ****** me with your touch
encomposing my heart
with your pathetic lies
tricking me into love

my mind swamped
my brain over filling with your words
your touch
electrifies my skin
and i forget
that i promised my heart
not to fall again
but a blindfold
eases the pain

time slowly ticks away
ever to fast
at the same time
i try to hurry
and let everyone know
before its to late
time is running short
no
go away
i have so many things to do
leave me alone
i dont want to go
i run
full speed ahead
it catches my heels
and then

I want to cry.

I'm sad.

I want to die.

I'm not the person,
I so badly want to be.
I'm capable of being
someone better; but you see...
I don't try.
I'm disappointed in myself
because I look in the mirror & lie
to myself everyday, falsely assuring
myself that I'm content and alright.
But I want to play the guitar,
sing, dance, draw; anything but fight
a battle I don't try enough to win.
I want to cook, be pretty, smile,
be perfect & popular, but while
I sit here, wistfully typing and wishing,
my chances to change are slowly finishing.

We all wear skin.
We all wear clothes (or at least I hope all of us do).
We all wear expressions.
We all wear similar tastes.
We all wear differing preferences.
And we all wear masks.

One thing we all without
a doubt wear, are masks.

You wear one.
I wear one.

Mine has smiles plastered
on it all the time; it has joy;
laughter; contentment; humor;
happiness; wholesomeness;
confidence; courage; and
life on it.

It looks so pretty.

It covers the frowns;
tears; sorrow; longing;
self-consciousness; fear;
discontent; angst; anxiety;
self-loathing; and the death
that haunts my soul.

What does yours wear?