The Masks I Wear
Everyday I get up, a new mask to put on,
to hide the true me.
To hide all my pain, my hurt, my secrets, and my lies.
I put on the masks
so nobody knows what's wrong with me
I put on the masks, because of the people I love
I don't wat them to see my hurt, my anger, my frustraion
I don't want them to know my pain,
nor do I want them to deal with it.
I wear many masks and these masks I wear,
I wear them hoping to keep everything hidden,
hidden somewhere within,
where it belongs.
I try to believe they are hidden and always will be,
but my pain has ...