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I'm crying in silence.

My tears feel like acid running down my face.

I'm finally breaking, 

cracked from so many falls. 


The mask is slowly coming off, 

leaving in its place a dark void. 

I don't like what's underneath it.

A rancid smell fills the room, 

and cockroaches come running from behind 

the porcelain facade. 


I don't recognize myself anymore.

The mask has been on for too long.

I'm full of rage and lies. 

I'm scared others can see it too.

I need another mask to hide this awful truth.

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