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Mar 2013
Mask over my face for protection
Jealousy and envy wears my complexionΒ 
Awakened with these angry thoughts and ideas
Performed for my own world for so many years

Holding heavy my head and tightly my truth
These days I've thought I've wasted my youth
Sick feeling in my stomach from words I have swallowed
Shouldn't have sold my soul I'm stuck with what's borrowed

With my every move a route is unknown
Leave this fake reality or go back home
Breathing air so fresh it brings tears to my eyes
'Be you, don't be me' the words filled the skies

A conversation so familiar sounds so rehearsed
With me and me only is with who I've conversed
Take me back to those days of wonder
Living behind a mask but for how much longer?
AnnaliseMWatson
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AnnaliseMWatson  London
(London)   
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