The Mask

The Mask

I have a mask I wear,

it works really well.

From the smiles the

mask reveals,

no-one on earth

can tell,



Can tell my heart is broken, my spirit,

thats crushed too.

But I don't want

the world to know,

so the mask though false,

hides whats true.



I want to leave this vale of tears,

all I loved is lost.

I'm so very sad,

my pain, nobody hears.



When I'm all alone

I start to cry,

tears of sorrow,

I just want to die.



And now the mask is slipping,

where now shall I hide?

How can I stop the world knowing

how I really feel inside?



So off I go to find

another mask,

one that hides the pain.

My sorrow is my privacy

and freedom I will gain.



To hide the shame of torment?

What do I do?

Is it meant?

Is it meant to be?

This sad and lonely life

of mine,

my heart with another

will never entwine.



I am just a broken doll,

cast aside,

useless and lost.

Can I survive?

But at what cost?



No, the mask will have to stay.

to hide my bitter tears away,

and save them for my empty bed,

my broken heart

can then stay,

stay away from prying eyes,



All those who do not care,

if I should live or die.

My tears are not for them.

They're just for me and my empty room,

where I can cry and cry.



Julieanne