Can anyone see the hurt behind my eyes
Which I hide beneath my beautiful smile?
Can anyone see my raging anger
When I practice fake smiles in the mirror?
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Would anyone ever realise how I really feel?
Would anyone ever be able to see my real being?
Would anyone ever care to ask
What's the thing that keeps me going?
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I don't understand why people create an illusion
Where everything is fine and nothing is wrong.
I don't know why they don't show their emotions
To heal their broken heart and soul.
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I want to throw this mask away, far away
It is designed only to always smile.
To hide true feelings behind a lie
Even if you are dying inside.
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But I feel if I let my guard down
The walls that I have built will fall.
And so will that fake smile
Exposing to the world, all my lies.
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As I sit here in front of the mirror
Melancholy grips me and I feel miserable.
I may have hoaxed people into believing me
But I failed badly in an attempt to deceive my reflector.
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I wish there was someone who would graze his hands across my skin
Who would hear my unsaid words and feelings
Who would feel my hidden scars
And yet would accept me like a perfect being.
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I don't know whether to keep this mask or throw it away
For this smile was the mask that hid my tears, and
Happiness was the costume that hid my fears.
And removing them now can't be done without removing some of my own skin, oh dear.
It is obviously in human nature. Depending upon our status in the society, we tend to get reserve and to live behind a mask most of the times despite our abhorrence to this duality. Nicely articulated. I wish there was someone Who would hear my unsaid words and feelings Who would feel my hidden scars.... And yet would accept me like a perfect being.
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I want to throw this mask away, far away It is designed only to always smile. To hide true feelings behind a lie Even if you are dying inside......very true. the society demands it from us. sometimes we ourselves like to live behing the masks covering our true self.. masks, mask mask everywhere masks... this is our modern life. unfortunate............ you have brought out a fine point through your poem. thank you very much dear poetess.. thankyou again. tony
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