I did it. I tore it down.

The things I look at and frown.

It wasn't always this way.

I used to love them until that day.


I want to scream, shout and cry.

But I can't and I don't know why.

I feel empty, day by day.

I try to tell but never know what to say.


They'll say I'm pretending, it's not real.

But how do they know how I feel?

So I wear a mask to hide the pain.

If I'm the "real me", what's there to gain?


Sadness, guilt, and disappointment. That's it.

So I'll wear that mask. I can do it.

But I want to help them, people like me.

To help them be who they want to be.


Help them achieve something they dream of.

Help them grow wings and soar above.

I'll help them all. Then maybe I,

could be helped too and bid these thoughts goodbye.