She cries at night.
I guess you never knew
she slices her skin,
but why would she tell you?
She hides it inside,
a mask she always wears.
You will never see her cry
though her heart has many tears.
She bleeds within,
she cries out in pain,
she forces a fake smile ,
and acts as she has been trained.
No one sees her scars
or the pain she keeps hidden.
Her only escape is her dear friend "razor"
and her dreams to give in.
She'll run from here,
far, far away.
She runs from her fear
and her self-hatred.
She cannot escape this.
She knows this to be true,
so she slices her wrists
and tells herself, "I hate you!"
She leaves without a trace.
She begs to die.
she succumbs to death's cold embrace.
She feels she has won,
has finished the race.
She has no more scars.
She lives in her old dreams.
She has a place reserved amongst the stars.
This is her final retreat.
The Mask I Have Carried For So Long
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Appatchie R.
Published by Family Friend Poems June 2014 with permission of the Author.
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