Mask

I'm such a hypocrite when I tell people to talk out all their problems when I can't even do the same.

I feel like a liar whenever I tell them to smile or forget about it in order to feel better when I'm still dwelling in my problems.

I act like a different person, claiming its me when the real me is trapped inside.

I tell people that hurtful words don't break me when it really does...

Let's face it.

I'm not as strong as I think.

I'm not as brave as I believe.

Im not as fixed as most people think.

I'm certainly not as happy as I look.

All that's hidden.

The emotions.

The brokenness.

The depression.

The weakness....all that's hidden behind a mask.

A mask I've been wearing for years now.

I refuse to take it off.

Refuse to reveal the pain I've been hiding.

Refuses to release all those emotions I still have bottled up.

My purpose is to help others and save those who need to be saved.

As for me, it's too late to save me.

Everything that many people do only hurts me.

I could only imagine what people would think or do if they were to see behind this mask.