Masked
The underprivliged, counted far out.
Always taking the quiet, abject abuse.
Hiding the pain underneth my mask.
My own way of hiding from seeing the truth.
It' easier just to keep on smiling,
even when it hurts just to look up and grin.
I'd rather pretend I'm warm and caring,
then force you to see the hell I live in.
And so I don't tell you all that I hear.
Avoid the smiles and giggles of my friends.
Shomehow this is the best way to live.
Althought it's a struggle to meet ends.
And so conintues my rythem of life.
Of lies, secrets, deaths, and pain.
All of the things I'll never let onto.
To show the team leaves me nothing to gain.
So I kill myself with the sharp end of a secret.
Smile at everyone and tell them I'm okay.
Even quiet I come at the sun.
Acting like I can bear to face another day.
The cycle becomes a wheel, around, around.
Trying to avoid living in the now and here.
And I put on my mask without even knowing it.
I let the pain come at me, continuing to destroy and sear.
Raventhedarkgoddess: I wrote this about someone I know... Don't ask, review if it suits you.