The Mask Poem by Amy Louise Kerswell

It dosen't fit me at all very well.
But it matters not you see.
Becuase many people do not wish to see the real me.
So they turn away leaving me all alone.
Even when it obvious I am hurting.

They think if I ignore it.
All the pain will subside and go away.
But I can not ignore it.
The pain is always there.
Rape and sexual abuse
Along with depression and wanted death.
I can't ignore it.
The pain is to deep and raw.

And those who havent been through it.
How do they know how I feel.
Listen to my screams of the night.
Another nightmare.
The journey is not to end.

They say I should forget.
And move on with life.
How can I How?
So to spare the pain.
I put on my mask