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Hidden behind walls
Wearing a mask
Lurking in the shadows
Is
Me

I am her
That girl
Who has never has laughed
Who never lets the sparkles into her eyes
Who never takes a chance on anyone

But the truth is
I once did
But I was shut down
I was pushed away
I was closed out

And now I want to
Laugh, sparkle, and trust
But how can I
When I have forgotten the way
And there is no one to lead me
yeah im that girl now, but not forever
Yanamari Jun 2020
I'm comfortable
In the dimness of
My room
I'm warm
Under layers smooth
I'm relaxed
In the silence
Of solitude.

My room small and yet
Large enough
Slightly cramped and yet
Spacious enough
Almost a world away
Nothing urgent
And yet

It all comes crashing down as
I open the door
Let it all in
I don't want to
I know I'll have to
I'll want to
And yet
I don't.
Liz Jun 2020
Why
is hiding easier
than telling?

Why
is secrets
the best solution?

Why
does
it
continue?


I suppose I'm not better
all I do is hide
the proof I find

I don't want to keep doing it


I can't
I love like a fool
Maya Jun 2020
Who
And in the middle of the night
when your thoughts
comes up
of the darkest and most stormy
to the most sentimental
revealed by your
darker side

Who are you, really?
hiding
behind a mask
lower your guard
reveal your real identity
a little deep
Isabella Howard Jun 2020
Death is a friend who caught my eye
Ten years and three months ago
Up in the attic
Hiding all alone.
When the monsters come and find me
They'll take me back home.

& Death is a friend
Kept closer than any.
He doesn't get angry
His eyes never leak
As he watches me paint lies
Over blue bruising cheeks.

Death is a friend
I'm falling in love with
As months crawl by
I'm gaining the courage
For that first final kiss.

I almost was brave
Ten months & three weeks ago
Driving alone down an old country road
Death in my passengers seat
My skin growing cold.

& Death is a friend
I'm more than halfway in love with
He was all I could see in your face
As you painted in bruises & blood
To put me in my place.

& I cried to the old brick road
I told all of my secrets
I told of all my pain.

Death is a friend
I fell madly in love with
Ten days and three hours ago
Hiding in that alley alone
Begging for death to take the rest of me.

Or some profound piece of me.

But Death is a friend
As cruel as he is kind
In moments of need
He is nearly impossible to find.

Ten hours & three minutes ago
I chose to make death mine.

After ten glasses of wine
These three bottles of pills have finally fogged my mind.

Here I lie
In the attic alone.
I've only got one cigarette left to go
Till the monsters will never find me again.
Worthless Penny Feb 2021
I've had this mask on for soo long,
That it no longer feels Wrong.
An integral part of Me it has come to be,
I no longer will let myself be Me,
For the secrets that are Underlying,
Are the truths that I keep Denying.
Not a single soul has seen me Unmask,
If they do, They will take a step back,
Because beauty is far from what the Mask hides,
And Disgusting is what they will think I am Inside.
My loved ones will never look at me the Same,
I'am petrified they will cast me out of their Frame.
Loneliness is not something that one Craves,
If Unmasked, it will be the only companion standing at my Grave.
These Secrets that I hold,
Should forever remain Untold,
For once they are unleashed,
I will become Obsolete.

- Worthless Penny
Mrs Anybody May 2020
maybe you're just
really good
at hiding
your emotions

so maybe
you care
about me
more
than you
show
oh the things we tell ourself to not lose hope...

also check out my other poems!  :)
Esther Apr 2020
if i give you a poem

know that i split open my scalp
and tore apart the pink matter
know that i crept far back and dug through the crevices of my brain
know that i stumbled into the dark, groped for words that stuttered when they tiptoed outside
tread lightly on them
for they are just learning to walk

know that retreating is addictive
and i am a creature of habit
know that camouflage is not always my forte
and i am better at hiding
know that i am ashamed when you look at me
and see
that my sky is always pink, my grass always lavender, my sea always crimson

know that i am ugly
and that i have tore off my face and rebuilt it so many times
i hardly recognize myself
know that my insides are clogged
know that my lungs are stuffed with shrapnel and my heart is bursting with debris
and that nothing runs through my veins

know that this is all i have left
this thing,
falling out of my chest, spilling over my lap, collapsing at your feet

know that it is yours now

do what you will.
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