The paint on my face chips away
The lifeless smile behind begins to show.
Who am I without this mask of mine?
It kept me sane, it kept me breathing.
It was my drug. When will I find my therapy?
My brain senses what’s happening.
But my body says no to it all.
No to the tears, no to the laughter.
All my emotions abandoned me.
Someday I’ll be mighty me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem