I have masks for every feeling;
They often save me from reeling.
I must have done something wrong—
Don’t know how long I can stay strong.
I thought I cherished all I had,
But I realize now that it was my bad.
Perhaps I was holding far too tight,
Strangling what I loved, with no respite.
I have learned to pull back now,
Hiding what I once shared, somehow.
Now I have masks for every feeling;
They often save me from reeling.
I am lying here, crying under the moonlight;
Lost moments find it easy to alight.
I wish that sleep would come,
These endless thoughts make me numb.
What if I had done things differently?
Maybe regret wouldn’t have found me incidentally.
I count the mistakes I made somehow—
Maybe I’m not guilty, yet they hurt me now.
So I have masks for every feeling;
They often save me from reeling.
I’m not hiding in plain sight,
Yet sometimes I falter, despite.
It’s a mistake to show your all—
No one truly cares in the long haul.
So I’ve started wearing these masks,
Making hiding a less daunting task.
I am no longer the old me
Who let her feelings wander free.
That’s why I have masks for every feeling;
They often save me from reeling.
I am lying here, hiding under the moonlight,
Burying the moments that wish to alight.
Sometimes the old me still runs wild,
Crumbling the walls I carefully compiled.
I let her do just as she wishes,
Then watch her tumble down in pieces.
I’ve seen her hopes crush a million times,
Falling again after hopeful climbs.
That’s the reason I have masks for every feeling;
They often save me from reeling.
Oct 5, 2019
Oct 5, 2019 at 5:12 AM UTC
I have masks for every feeling;
They often save me from reeling.
I must have done something wrong—
Don’t know how long I can stay strong.
I thought I cherished all I had,
But I realize now that it was my bad.
Perhaps I was holding far too tight,
Strangling what I loved, with no respite.
I have learned to pull back now,
Hiding what I once shared, somehow.
Now I have masks for every feeling;
They often save me from reeling.
I am lying here, crying under the moonlight;
Lost moments find it easy to alight.
I wish that sleep would come,
These endless thoughts make me numb.
What if I had done things differently?
Maybe regret wouldn’t have found me incidentally.
I count the mistakes I made somehow—
Maybe I’m not guilty, yet they hurt me now.
So I have masks for every feeling;
They often save me from reeling.
I’m not hiding in plain sight,
Yet sometimes I falter, despite.
It’s a mistake to show your all—
No one truly cares in the long haul.
So I’ve started wearing these masks,
Making hiding a less daunting task.
I am no longer the old me
Who let her feelings wander free.
That’s why I have masks for every feeling;
They often save me from reeling.
I am lying here, hiding under the moonlight,
Burying the moments that wish to alight.
Sometimes the old me still runs wild,
Crumbling the walls I carefully compiled.
I let her do just as she wishes,
Then watch her tumble down in pieces.
I’ve seen her hopes crush a million times,
Falling again after hopeful climbs.
That’s the reason I have masks for every feeling;
They often save me from reeling.