Help! Help!

The mask is slipping!

Should I let it just slip away? dissipate.?

remove my fears and anxiety, and try again

Once more?

You see, the mask is not on my face. It’s on my broken heart!

My heart has been damaged , in so many places!

Only I alone, could feel the pain

I wear the mask on my heart, with all my distorted expressions!

People don’t see me,for what I really am

I’m broken, but no one knows!

The dreadful pain that’s within my soul

Screams like a knife or a whip

lashing at the weak parts of your mind!

They say I’m alot of fun!

I laugh and tell jokes

life of the party!

That’s only, how I pretend to be

It’s only a façade!

My mask hides the broken pieces

And the hole in my heart,I camouflage!

Maybe,the pain will go away, just the way it came!

Happiness could come back

I must try and try, to remove

this horrible mask!

Until then, the mask stays on

I remain the same!