Mask
Everyone thinks that I am just a kid, that I’m always happy. People might think the same thing I wanted them to. For I wear a mask to stop them in breaking trough! My heart is breaking, my soul is aching, but yet, I play, have fun, laugh, and smile. But deep inside my heart all I wanna do is to cry.
I live in the dark, I live with my mask, I cant let go of it, not now, now that grew deep within my skin. I seek for help but no one came, now the mask of my soul,became its stain. Hiding from someone or something which I don’t know yet. I am still looking for myself, not for how I act with others, how I possess my self to the eye of people, but how I know myself, the real me. I need to remove the mask of mine.