The Mask Poem by totally disturbed
The Mask
Scared, empty all twisted up inside
I'm so unsure of everything
Why am I so unhappy with me.
I try to think of what anyone would see in me
All I see is nothing, nothing just me.
If I could see myself like I see everyone else.
Then maybe someday I could look in the mirror
And not hate myself.
Sometimes I feel like I'm losing my mind
It gets harder each day to pretend I'm fine.
Put on the mask don't let anyone see
Don't let them see how much I don't like me.
You have a lot to overcome in this one. But finely put. Who knows how many women feel this way. A man, can only imagine. There's the rub. I wish there was more. You leave me yearning. A mixture. GW62
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4/25/2024 6:01:05 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Masks are there to hide and protect. Sometimes our masks have to come off so we can be free. I hope the same for you and me. Thank you your words they are so true to me.