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.
Simple Material
A pen is just a simple material used in writing by many people, students, office worker, proffessors, managers or even janitors. Through the pen, we can write everything that we want, our feeling or our emotions. So many things we can write through it which when we were done writing, an art came out. The art of writing poems, novels, bibliography, short stories or drawing of people, buildings, things and many more.
One of my strategies to get over my angry or hatred on my heart is writing. Whenever I get scolded by my teacher, parents or even friends, I will get my pen and paper then go to my room and lock the door. I then write everything inside me, all of my emotions will go to my hand and it will pass through the pen. After doing it, all of the heavy feeling I felt were all gone then I would just fell asleep.