The mask that I wear is one that the world wants to see.
This mask of peace and contentment,
happy with the way things are.

But hidden behind the mask is the real me.
A person who is full of sorrow and self-doubt’s.
Years’ worth of unshed tears.

Someone who just wants to curl up somewhere
and hide. Someone that has thoughts of wanting
to lay down somewhere and just die.

No one knows, just how painful this mask is to wear.
When someone asks, “How are you today?”,
And forcing a smile I reply, “I am doing okay”.

While behind the mask, I am silently screaming inside.
“can’t someone help me?”
“Please someone see through this mask that I wear”.

But this is not what the world wants to see.
So, each day I slip this mask on.

And pretend to be what the world wants me to be.

Maybe one day, I will be able to throw this mask away.
But for now, I don it as I begin my day

Who am I, is the question that I find
That continuously runs through my mind.
Does anything I do really matter,
Or am I just wasting my time?

Do I make a difference in someone’s life.
Or am I just a waste of space?
Who am I, really?  Am I a nobody,
Or am I a person of worth?

These questions run through my mind,
Throughout each day.
Day by day, these questions become
Heavier to bear, more tangled in my mind.

The thoughts and feelings these questions
Bring forth, have me doubting my self-worth.
How I wish that I could find something,
Or someone to point the way.
Please, can’t someone just tell me, Who Am I.

Yet in the shadows, a spark might ignite,
A whisper of truth could guide me to the light.