The mask

• Artist: Mizuki_Nawala
• Description: ..~shrugs~
• Date: 09/09/2010
• Tags: mask

I’m great, fine, spectacular. In a way
I relish every night, and I live every day.
I live, I laugh, I write, I sing,
I wonder what the new days will bring.

Then I get home, and I take off the mask.
The day, and almost impossible task,
Is finally over, and so I lie Down,
and wait patiently for the day that I die.

I cry, I scream, I bawl, and sleep,
even though I have promises to keep.
I wait, and wonder, and cry some more,
And I ache and burn from my very core.

Then, I’m not alone, and the mask reappears:
Out goes the grief, pain and all of the tears,
As I am a happy person, cheerful all the day.
A world full of rainbow, not one shade of grey.

Of course I’m not okay, I’m not fine,
No matter how much I seem to shine.
I don’t even know why I feel this...
Why my existence is one long, endless abyss.

But it is, and will be, so I cling to life,
As one day I might slip, and end it with a knife.
But, I’m still here, no matter what my dreams might say
And I hope that one day I will actually be okay.

Comments

[UC Poika]

I've found that the mask is where it's at. It is just easier to doubt when depression is what really has deceived me. Try to rhyme Down with drown at the end of the second stanza. When you do something only once in a poem it looks like a mistake. I liked it. And, everybody has felt like that sometime, for a long time in my case. Did I bore you? Sorry.
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