Writing Prompt

Behind our vain disguises,

When we pull off

Our masks,

Aren’t we all

Just human?

Behind the mask,

I’m just a person,

Like anyone else,

I’m nothing special,

But my mask

Tells a different story.

When I’m wearing my mask,

My true self is not

Reveled,

And I’m like a

Whole new person.

Outgoing, confident,

Smiling like crazy,

That’s who I am

With the mask on.

Scarred, scared,

Afraid of life itself,...

This self,

One for the ball.

This face,

To recieve a cat call.

This porcelain,

One for the dance.

These eyes smokey,

Made to entrance.

This animal skin,

One for justice.

These lips curled,

For a lovers kiss.

This of bark,

One for the gods.

These words boiled,

Against all odds.

…

Love you Baby 🖤...

Hidden

Protected

Sealed off

A blockade

You and me

I hide inside myself

I hide my pain

I hide my sorrow

I hide my tears

You cant see whats wrong

You cant hear my tears

You cant feel my aching heart

I hide away

Sheild myself from the outside world

miss every opportunity

I have this net

This protection

This gaurd

I want to get rid of this

But it is hard

Would you help me?

Would you help me ...

He doesn’t like the way he looks

So he leaves his tummy empty.

He changes the way he does his hair

And acts as if he’s twenty.

He makes all his friends laugh

They never see him crack

But when he’s alone

Behind doors of stone

There’s more behind his mask.

His eyes are deceiving

And so is his act

No one would ever know

That he’s way more abstract.

His mind is a battle field...

i always spend a lot of time

walking through the

African art area

of museums

the masks stare at me

with opaque eyes,

hollow, yet confident

portraying their users

as leaders, but leaders

who are afraid of something

the masks

hide the leaders

from the world

as if being removed,

as if being a tribe,

wasn’t enough

the masks

pay homage to spirts

and rulers of nature,

transforming the wearer

the m...

My arms sag with the weight of this paper mask I hold up to my face.

The constant disfigurement of my emotions is taking its toll, cent after cent of my soul, lost to the ether.

I am going insane.

Slowly.

But surely.

It eats away at my mind, picking off crumbs here and there, like a starving animal.

Pieces of me are dripping through my fingers like honey, leaving a sticky residue of sickly ...

I’ve worn my mask for so long,

I have forgotten what lies underneath.

Whatever it is, though, can rot like the rest of me, for this mask is all I care to see....

“I’m fine”

I say

Because no one would care anyway

Just a bunch of laughs and jokes

No one needs to know about the pillow that gets soaked

Just a mask of funny

To hide me, the ugly

No one will ever figure it out

Because they’re too busy trying to make their own clout

And when the mask will finally slip

But no notices because they don’t give a flip....

I ask, remove that porcelain mask

let your eyes reveal the tears you’ve hidden

shallow breaths from your pale lips

I wonder, have your emotions been forbidden?

This mask that you hide behind,

hang it up and let it dry,

you are a beautiful creature

and I promise to stay with you while you cry...

“Porcelain.

Delicate.

Beautiful.

That is what you ought to be.

Repeat after me.”

The mistress chanted

To the group of teens.

“Porcelain.

Delicate.

Beautiful.

That is what we ought to be.

That is what we ought to be.

That is all we ought to be.”

“Good, good” the mistress said.

Nodding her head.

Eyes cold and dead.

“Now what is she?”

Her fingers pointed to the girl.

With the cracked porcelain ma...