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My Mask
I will put on a mask so nobody knows me.
A smile to lock my emotions, never free.
I will keep them inside without being exposed.
And forever shut, my heart will be closed.
Go through every day and nobody knows.
My emotions inside I just won't disclose.
A smile to bright never leaving my face.
Yet I always know it's out of place.
I just fake the smile everyday through.
Each day hoping my smile will be true.
People who wear a mask all
People who wear a mask all the time are the most dangerous, cuz noone knows what they are thinking or what they will do. Just like the gladiator who hid behind a mask, he was the most feared.
My Secret River
this one really gets me. its
this one really gets me. its beautifully, no, skillfully written that last line really gets ya! HUGSS
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Nice one. I too, can so
Nice one. I too, can so relate....but thankfully, I wear my mask no longer. :)
Wow, this is so relatable,
Wow, this is so relatable, and after reading the comments, I realized that word has been super overused. So, I will add that this poem made me tear up a little x)
I relate to this so much...
I relate to this so much... At least, my former self does. Become comfortable in your own skin, never doubt that you bring meaning and purpose into this world. Practice saying so in the mirror if you have to... I hate to quote movies, but... "You is kind... you is smart... you important." Never let anyone tell you differently.
Thank you for sharing this work. I really enjoyed it. Reminds me of myself for sure before finally becoming comfortable in my own shoes.
I write more prose than poetry, extended metaphors leading my poems down the path I am intending them to go down. I'm always envious of those who can create rhythm and rhyme... It's just not my forte.
Keep up the great work, sir. Hope Connecticut is treating you well!
"A poem is never finished, only abandoned" - Paul Valery
Maybe it's the best thing
Maybe it's the best thing people can do when they haven't a clue on how to transform their emotional garbage into something productive and haven't learned how to ask for help. Great write!!
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
This makes me think of a
This makes me think of a slight paradox "the introverted extrovert" being the indelably thinker that craves/wants/persues to be heard/seen/recollected by the masses, in such a way of the performer. Very good write - I can relate.
I believe most people can
I believe most people can relate to this. Very nice.
Absolutely. I hate that I am
Absolutely. I hate that I am sometimes able to see beyond people's smiles and how I know that they are feeling this way. No way I can reach out because I know if somebody tried it with me I would laugh at them like they were crazy. Many people can relate. Most will have experienced a time when they were forcing smiles through times when they thought a smile was the last thing that belonged on their face.
This poem conveys a point a
This poem conveys a point a in growth where the inner child is learning discernment and the virtue of it. A common 'first glance' where they hold their eyes in utter horror that not everyone in the world is 'mommy or daddy'. Good things can bad, and bad things can be good.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
I would post soley for your
I would post soley for your comments (:
everyone wears a
everyone wears a mask..
lovely poem btw :) i can understand that feeling
So true. Everybody exposes
So true. Everybody exposes themselves to other people in different ways using different masks. Despire what people say, they always care what others think of them and never want to disappoint. Put on a different mask while at school, different one at work, another with friends, at home, with strangers, but the real mask is the one we wear in front of ourselves.
I really like this. I can
I really like this. I can relate a lot to it.
Thanks for the comments, i'm glad you appreciate my fat kid poem dedicated to chocolate. <3
Well of course! Gotta love
Well of course! Gotta love that chocolate comfort :p
the crazy in me really wants
the crazy in me really wants to say 'or embrace the sad, be okay with it and the happy will come, smile when it is true' but the sane in me says 'there is scince behind smiling to force happiness. it doesn't work as a fix all, its more in a moment pulling your shoulders back, smiling and standing tall will trick your body into feeling happier, however it won't fix over all happiness' so the realist in me says do a bit of both and keep writing to get it sorted and out :)
Much Love
Ashley
I think it is the crazy in me
I think it is the crazy in me that tells me I should smile, but for different reasons :p
I think it is hard to figure
I think it is hard to figure out who you are in all the who you should be :)
Much Love
Ashley
There are many 12 step
There are many 12 step programs that will encourage 'fake it until you make it', and they claim it works.
Me, I speak my mind.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
A Human Thing ~ Masks
But to be balanced enough to simply be you in every setting or situation is one kind of goal for human development. Securennes enough to be who you are - despite opinions or pleasing anyone. Interests usually determine whether or not the mind as mask unveils thoughts. The more interested, the greater the contribution, the more curiosity unleashed, the mask vanishes :D ~A~
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