Behind The Mask Poem by Michael K

Stumbling.. wandering through the darkness alone,
grasping for something.. anything,
reaching out, longing for someone.
Bitter cold.. all encompassing.
A soul afraid.. crying out in the night.

True beauty,
scarred.. hidden by the sufferings of the past,
a heart soiled, a spirit fractured.
The emptiness,
the need to be...

a mask.

Here i am.. look at me,
hold me.. love me.. want me.
A brief respite,
a moments relief from the pain,
suddenly, the mask shatters.. the peace no more.

Continuing.. so tired,
one shatters.. another replaces,
the never ending facade.
True Joy.. Happiness.. Peace,
always at a distance, forever out of reach...

When hiding behind the mask.