I thought I'd share a poem I wrote around a year ago in a darker period. It's all about wearing a mask and what it can do.
Alone
Everyone looks, but they don’t see.
That I’m smiling as I cry.
It’s my deepest secret.
I’m laughing, but inside I bleed.
They think they know me.
Everyone sees the mask on my face,
Not the tears behind.
I’m a master of lies and cover-ups.
The real me is muted, hidden.
Behind layers of glass
Face distorted.
The words I say—
They don’t mean anything.
Like a butterfly with new, crumpled wings,
Not ready to show my colors to the world.
I’m hiding, scared and small.
Alone, but surrounded by people.
Cold, but their smiles are warm.
Alone.
