Although you see me now
You're looking straight through
Although your eyes may glipse
You know nothing of what would seem too new for you
Although I smile when you walk past
You know not of me praying not to cry
Although you may hear my laugh
You are blind of the real me hiding inside
Although you may hug me tight
You may think that you know me to size
All you are really seeing is a mask
You simiply see my heart-strung emotions in a clever disguise
The mask I wear is firm to it's place
You never being allowed to really see my face
And every night when I hang the mask up
I let the tears freely fall, as my palms fill like a cup
I dream of one day when you can see me and
I can finally lift my mask, my daily disguise.
Mar 3, 2012
Mar 3, 2012 at 6:53 PM UTC
Although you see me now
You're looking straight through
Although your eyes may glipse
You know nothing of what would seem too new for you
Although I smile when you walk past
You know not of me praying not to cry
Although you may hear my laugh
You are blind of the real me hiding inside
Although you may hug me tight
You may think that you know me to size
All you are really seeing is a mask
You simiply see my heart-strung emotions in a clever disguise
The mask I wear is firm to it's place
You never being allowed to really see my face
And every night when I hang the mask up
I let the tears freely fall, as my palms fill like a cup
I dream of one day when you can see me and
I can finally lift my mask, my daily disguise.
Again, one of my earlier poems from my high school years.
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