For many years my friends would say I was easy to read,
they could always tell,
they would say,
what I was feeling,
when I was lying.
I would laugh and agree,
say lying just wasn't my specialty,
when really,
it's all I ever did.
I would hide my sadness,
not wanting to bog down others with it,
it was my baggage,
and I must carry it alone.
Over the years I formed a mask,
one I still wear to this day,
however,
when you are always wearing a mask,
you see things differently.
Slowly I started noticing all of the masks around me,
whenever I walked outside there was a masquerade,
of fake emotions,
empty smile.
I was able to see through the front people used to keep the world out,
and sometimes I was able to get in,
and help.
It's not always necessary to point them out,
sometimes,
a warm smile,
is all someone needs.
I'm still trapped though,
in my mask,
and its dark and lonely in here.
I want nothing more than for someone to come save me,
rip my mask off,
and embrace me as I am,
not as what I show.
I guess I'm a far better liar than everyone things,
because I am always able to keep my pain so far inside,
that even I sometimes forget it's there.