I feel my heart beat.

I haven’t even taken a seat.

It tries to come out of my chest.

I’m in a shrinking room.

I feel it-

The mask is slipping.

It will happen soon.

I stare at a wall.

Feeling the mask fall.

I don’t want them to see.

What has become of me.

I feel the words turn to spikes,

As I try with all my might.

To stay.

As long as those tears don’t fly away.

It will be fine?

I must run away.

Before they can look.

Before they can read me like a book.

And spill all the secrets.

I don’t want to stay.

I don’t want their eyes.

Yet I can’t move away.

I don’t think they’ll accept just a bad mood.

They’ll pry me open.

We all know there’s nothing wrong.

Then why is hell singing their songs.

I’m trapped.

I don’t know if I can hold up any longer.

I don’t want to make the mood somber.

I just don’t wanna stay.

But there’s nowhere-

To walk away.

I feel wilted.

I think my mask has tilted.

I fix it in a few.

Oops I let some words go askew.

I hope the smiles can stop soon.

I don’t want to do this anymore.

I feel like a broken door.

I don’t open anymore.

Until enough pressure

Then it flies onto the floor.

Maybe I can make it through.

Just take it off for a breath-

In the bathroom.

Just have to be quiet.

Just have to freshen up soon.

I paint on a fresh new face.

As I sit on the tile.

Then I go back after a short pace.

I go back-

With a fresh plastered smile.