stacey ann

My Mask...

I cant pretend for much longer that im fine.

it feels as though every good part of me has died.

I cant sleep at night, all i do is cry.

Getting up every morning is a fight.

I put on a brave face and a fake smile,

and act like everything's ok,

but underneath the mask lies a girl

in her own messed up world,

filled with guilt, shame, and self-hate.

secretly wondering how long she'll

play this pretend game.

Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 25, 2009

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  • Razina Patel (8/25/2009 3:23:00 PM)

    Wow this is a really good poem. So meaningful and understanding.

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