Hiding the hurt, hiding the pain
hiding the tears that fall like rain.
Saying I'm fine, when I'm anything but,
this ache in my soul rips at my gut.

My skin is on fire, I burn from within.
The calm on my face is an ongoing sin.
The world must stay out, I've built up a wall.

My fragile lie will collapse should it ever fall.
Loneliness consumes me, it eats away the years
until my life is swallowed by unending fears.

Waiting for someone to see I wear a mask
and care enough to remove it, is that too much to ask?