Behind This Paint Poem by America BILLS

Everyone has a mask
To hide behind.
Not me
I hide behind this paint.
I paint this on my face.
No one suspects
That I'm dying inside.
When I have this paint
My world seems alright.

Behind the paint
Is pain.
A lost soul.
Deep Depression.
A cutter in the end.
Tears to mark the scars.
Screams to remember the pain.
A broken heart.
A story.

When the paint comes off
It's back to the reality.

Behind this paint is
An abused girl
Beaten body
Fake smiles
And pretend laughs