mask

days pass by, time ticks away, i pretend everywhere i go, wearing a mask so thick of lies, a simple plastered to conceal what's beneath it all, hidden deep under, i know. A little girl cries me loneliness, the frustration she felt over the years, the pressure of being someone she clearly did not agree on, wanting only to be accepted, to be loved and cared for. She created a mask that she used so often until her truerele is forgotten by others, never to tell the world me her true sufferings. She sits and waits patiently for that day to come. Waiting for the mask to fall and shatter into pieces, to reveal each and every emotion that she felt, to forever be free from the dark prison.