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Hey there, I'm feeling just fine I am loving today just like always Hey there, everything is good with me Cant think of anything to complain about Inside i cry and try to pry my tracks out of my head I cant keep it up, cant keep trying to hide dread My tank is on "E", my worst enemy is me Put the face back on, don't let it crack or they'll see Good Morning! I woke up so life is good! I have so many good things to be thankful for! Thank you for asking! Its all......good, no worries! **** did i slip and crack the mask?* Please, please, don't let them ask. This is bad I hope they didn't see. Oh God, I wish someone would see me. No i'm okay, why wouldn't I be? Of course I'm fine, there's no reason to be anything else. No, there's really nothing wrong. It's all good. Should I take off the face and be real in it's place? What if they see and run away like it's a race? But what if they see it and stay and be great? Don't know which is worse, now sadness is hate. ***** it, I'm going to patch the mask* turn them away when they ask drown my pains in this bittersweet flask losing them is not a chance I could take they all know the false me, the fake locked up, stocked up masked patched and wont break. Someone please take it off!
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Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 9:29 AM UTC
This Mask of Mine
Hey there, I'm feeling just fine I am loving today just like always Hey there, everything is good with me Cant think of anything to complain about Inside i cry and try to pry my tracks out of my head I cant keep it up, cant keep trying to hide dread My tank is on "E", my worst enemy is me Put the face back on, don't let it crack or they'll see Good Morning! I woke up so life is good! I have so many good things to be thankful for! Thank you for asking! Its all......good, no worries! **** did i slip and crack the mask?* Please, please, don't let them ask. This is bad I hope they didn't see. Oh God, I wish someone would see me. No i'm okay, why wouldn't I be? Of course I'm fine, there's no reason to be anything else. No, there's really nothing wrong. It's all good. Should I take off the face and be real in it's place? What if they see and run away like it's a race? But what if they see it and stay and be great? Don't know which is worse, now sadness is hate. ***** it, I'm going to patch the mask* turn them away when they ask drown my pains in this bittersweet flask losing them is not a chance I could take they all know the false me, the fake locked up, stocked up masked patched and wont break. Someone please take it off!
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Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 9:29 AM UTC
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