It’s hard to tell the truth
About my life
It’s hard to be me around anybody
I wear a mask wherever I go
Protecting who I really am
I must lie about my life
I feel like crying but I can’t
Not around my friends
I must be happy, feeling spectacular
And I hate it, sometimes I hate myself
Because I’m too scared to show me
I don’t want the attention
A mask comes with a fake identity
But when I’m alone
My real personality comes rolling in
At school I laugh, and smile with friends
I get home, the mask is gone, and I’m alone
I cry, scream and hope there’s more to life than this
When it rains, I run outside
I twirl around, sing and relax
It’s great to feel the cold rain drop on my skin
The sky is crying with me
And for the first time in my life
My real personality is there, with me, hoping that it will be with me for the rest of my life.
it is hard to live with a mask on i know what you mean
I can relate myself to this poem so well… It’s really so hard to wear a mask around when you’re actually different. Sometimes we need to show others how happy we look but the fact is different. I hope even I could feel the cold rain drop on my skin so that I can roam around with my own personality happily. It was a good read … thanks for sharing :)