My Mask

This mask hiding my heart, it’s been there from the start.
Hiding the pain that is dealt,
behind this smile that is never felt,
this pain is always held within,
is something that has never had an end.
Everyone looks at me, and at my eyes,
unaware of what goes on inside.
This mask that shields my heart,
feels as if it’s falling apart.
No longer able to hold this sorrow within,
no longer able to win,
this mask is falling apart.
As those close to me come near,
I wish they could hear.
Hear the sobbing that goes on inside
and all the cries for help that race through my mind.
But no, no one will hear,
for they all have seemed to go deaf in both ears.
These tears that seep through the cracks in my mask,
they fall like rain
and are just remnants of my pain.
This is my broken mask.
By Sulkanum