A Shattered Mask
I lay at home with nothing to do
I can't eat, can't sleep, can't do anything.
Too angry to eat, too restless to sleep, too scared to do anything...But I’m way too upset to just sit and do nothing.
Looking
at the clock and days go by outside my window. My broken shattered
window...Hard to believe that was me. Returning my attention to the
fireplace in front of me, my eyes envision those I wish could just
burn in it. Anger is coming back. Adrenaline is coursing threw my veins
again. Something's going to get broken. I know it. My instinct takes over.
-SHATTER-
I
broke something. I find myself standing. I look back behind me to see
what I broke this time...I broke my mask. I feel tears come down my
face. Because of you I broke my only safe-guard. Because of you and
your annoying ways I broke the only thing keeping me together. The mask
that I could look "ok" and hide the out-pour of emotions within me. I
broke the only thing that kept some form of sanity in me. You broke the
cage I kept my inner monster.
I
clutch a piece broken, clutching it with all my might. I stand up and
look in the mirror. Now that my mask is broken I see it all. It's
exposed everything I tried so desperately to hide. My tear-soaked eyes
say it all. Blood drips to the floor. I let go of the remaining piece
of my broken mask.
Still
looking in the mirror my eyes change. My expression hardens. Anger is
coming back. But this time, my mask can't hide it. It's all there. My
eyes scream what I’ve kept inside. My heart spills the secrets that I
was able to keep so well hidden. Why? Because of you.
Now
it's there for everyone to see. I am NOT fine. I am NOT alright. I am
NOT who that mask made me. I am angry, sad, hurt, scared, confused, in
pain. Now more than just something is going to brake. What is it? I don't
know. I have no more control. I close my eyes to regain control. I'm
losing. I've held it in too long. I've carried it too far. This whole
thing has gone too far and I won't stand for it any longer.
When
I open my eyes I’m no longer home. I'm in a battlefield. You stand in
front of me, in shock seeing everything I tried to hide. Even more
anger comes.
"Are you ok?"
"No" Anger finally takes over...I'm dead...I'm gone.
I can't eat, can't sleep, can't do anything.
Too angry to eat, too restless to sleep, too scared to do anything...But I’m way too upset to just sit and do nothing.
Looking
at the clock and days go by outside my window. My broken shattered
window...Hard to believe that was me. Returning my attention to the
fireplace in front of me, my eyes envision those I wish could just
burn in it. Anger is coming back. Adrenaline is coursing threw my veins
again. Something's going to get broken. I know it. My instinct takes over.
-SHATTER-
I
broke something. I find myself standing. I look back behind me to see
what I broke this time...I broke my mask. I feel tears come down my
face. Because of you I broke my only safe-guard. Because of you and
your annoying ways I broke the only thing keeping me together. The mask
that I could look "ok" and hide the out-pour of emotions within me. I
broke the only thing that kept some form of sanity in me. You broke the
cage I kept my inner monster.
I
clutch a piece broken, clutching it with all my might. I stand up and
look in the mirror. Now that my mask is broken I see it all. It's
exposed everything I tried so desperately to hide. My tear-soaked eyes
say it all. Blood drips to the floor. I let go of the remaining piece
of my broken mask.
Still
looking in the mirror my eyes change. My expression hardens. Anger is
coming back. But this time, my mask can't hide it. It's all there. My
eyes scream what I’ve kept inside. My heart spills the secrets that I
was able to keep so well hidden. Why? Because of you.
Now
it's there for everyone to see. I am NOT fine. I am NOT alright. I am
NOT who that mask made me. I am angry, sad, hurt, scared, confused, in
pain. Now more than just something is going to brake. What is it? I don't
know. I have no more control. I close my eyes to regain control. I'm
losing. I've held it in too long. I've carried it too far. This whole
thing has gone too far and I won't stand for it any longer.
When
I open my eyes I’m no longer home. I'm in a battlefield. You stand in
front of me, in shock seeing everything I tried to hide. Even more
anger comes.
"Are you ok?"
"No" Anger finally takes over...I'm dead...I'm gone.