There's this mask I wear The glue is so tight Hiding me, hiding all All you don't see, unless you get really near That I'm not alright My eyes are dark and deep enough for you to stand in My wrists are ******, so are my thighs My heart is shaky And I've got non stop anxiety But from far you see this mask You hear my loud laugh And see me hold my tummy in pain from giggling at my own joke You swear I have recovered When actually my late night tears help me keep the mask on I may not look injured Nor hollow Or in pain Just with this smile on my face Of this mask that I wear I hurt unheard and unseen, Impatient for good days.
If my heart was transparent A lot wouldn't be the same Anyways, I'm already used to building these walls around my heart. It's protected, I guess. From the outside world yet within me the storm never calms. Tears wet these pillows All night through sometimes wishing that morning must never come Holding the grudge against myself While smiling to all standing right in front of me. Asking is this how life suppose to be. Limping with anger yet holding the last thought of laughter One hell of life we living. You see... This mask doesn't show things in 3D That's why I love rainy days Coz my tears are never recognized Sadness engulf my soul while hoping that one day I will be able to remove the glue on this mask I wear.