I smile, I laugh, I joke around,
but my feelings no one has ever found.
They see me every day with a smile on my face,
but when I get back to this place
I feel as if it's my own hell,
as if I'm locked in a cell.
The tears run down my face.
I sit in my room, quiet and wondering
if anyone sees the pain I feel
and how it's oh so real.
Another day comes as I put on my mask and hide.
No one sees the pain I feel inside.
I laugh and I smile,
but inside I'm sad.
I wish someone could see.
I get back to this place I call hell,
where it all began and where I fell.
I take off my mask, but I'm still all alone,
and it kills me that no one will ever know.
I wish I could be the girl
that people think they really see.
People Don't Know Who I Really Am Poem
This is so relatable. People always think I'm happy all the time; they think I never feel pain and they try to never make me feel pain. The thing is, I already do. Whenever I do feel pain and...
A Mask
Published by Family Friend Poems July 2013 with permission of the author.
Advertisement
Hello. I really hope you find peace within yourself and happiness as time goes on. Just remember you are special and the hardaches are what will make you stronger as a person.