The Mask

The mask that we put up everydayDoes anyone see behind that?No, they never care to,And I’m sure it’ll stay at that.
This mask covers up everythingOur screams and cries, our pathetic lies,They only see what they’d like to seeEven as for help we cry.
In a world that allows only perfectionWe’ve got no place to stay:We imperfect beings, our minds’ own kings,Must soon be gone away.
We work night and dayTo keep up this perfect illusionWe don’t let them see how they get to usAlone we suffer this depression.
I thought that maybe one dayI’ll throw down this maskSee them shocked, see how they feel,Make themselves ask.
But will they change? Never, no;They don’t really care,They’ll just go their own ways,Leaving us alone here.
So I guess we put on our masksEndure them as they chideAnd make sure that they learn it the hard way:‘It’s scary what a smile can hide.’
-KawaiiLenz
Um, I'm new here, and this is my first poem here
I'd really appreciate reviews, please!
Category:Poems