We Wear The Mask
We wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
Feeling sad is no crime although the world might wish you to think so. All the feelings in the world never did anybody any harm. It is our feelings that make us human and connect us to the rest of humanity. When you feel sad, it is important to give yourself permission to feel the sadness. Share your feelings with someone who has the sensitivity to give you the space to let the feeling fully be felt. Only then can you begin to let go.
We wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
A wonderful poem Paul Laurence Dunbar wrote many years ago, after slavery was abolished.
How it must have hurt to know his parents had been slaves...
Imagine the pain that slavery...
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The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here.
Look how white everything is, how quiet, how snowed-in.
I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietly
As the light lies on these white walls, this bed, these hands.
What do you see when you look into a mirror?
Do you see a face of grace
or the belief of grief?
Do you see a blessing of success
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I've got nothing left to say.
It's like the words ran away.
And I'm stuck between these walls
I SIT and look out upon all the sorrows of the world, and upon all
oppression and shame;
I hear secret convulsive sobs from young men, at anguish with
themselves, remorseful after deeds done;
I wish I could stop crying,
I wish I didn't have to try.
On the outside I'm smiling,
But inside I'm dying,
My smile is fake...
I feel like dying through the darkness...
I try to be brave, but no...
I need friends...but I don't...
I always walk alone...in school and anywhere...
I feel like an...
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Sometimes I get lonely
Instagram, Twitter, Facebook
Always connecting but not connected
Can I see another's woe,
And not be in sorrow too?
Can I see another's grief,
And not seek for kind relief?
My family went through some tough times and I first read this poem after we got help from our friends. This poem always reminds me that there is always hope for people.
The welcome mat outside my door
is dusty, old & worn
'cuz people have been entering in
since the day that I was born
Falling from darkness
To a place I don't know,
Everything's moving with no place to go.
I feel so alone and scared.
I can really relate to this poem. I have depression, and there will be days where I just don't want to get out of bed. I'll just cry for no reason sometimes. There is also days where...