This mask that I wore for most of my life
Has been entwined with the depths of my soul.
I replied with a simple smile and “I’m okay”.
I just wanted to go with the flow.
It’s not that I haven’t been asked how I’m doing
Or no one caring about me.
It’s more like the fear of being ignored
And looking like a fool, you see?
My parents have asked me if I was alright
And questioned what they should do.
My emotions were building up, over the brim,
But the words just couldn’t go through.
The situation is the same even at school,
But it might be a little bit worse.
There are times where I had to force out a laugh
So you guys wouldn’t see that I was hurt.
And I don’t expect any sympathy
Because I rarely got any of that,
But know that I’m slowly healing.
I’m fine, as a matter-of-fact.
I was afraid to say I was afraid.
My feelings were kept by my fears.
I’m not sure if anyone noticed it.
I had trained for 13 years.
And I have to mention this, I’ll tell you all.
I had cried while writing this poem.
But my mind told me that it should be okay
So why not finish and go show them?
This may be the last time you’ll ever hear this
For I’ll go back to being happy as can be.
Please promise me that you’ll stay strong
And to remember the remnants of me…
