Glance, but don't stare.
You're not supposed to see the scars that I bear.
Don't listen, just speak.
You do not want the answers that you seek.
You smile, I smile back.
Look at the mask, don't notice the crack.
There's a monster in there I'm trying to hide,
But she's nibbling at the ropes in which she's tied.
She roars at me, forcing tears out my eyes
Then smiles triumphantly, like she's won a prize.
"Why are you crying?" "I'm fine," I say.
It's not like you would understand anyway.
Don't talk about me, let's talk about you!
Underneath your mask, is there a monster too?
Does it rip your heart out and wave it in your face?
Find sticks and thorns to put in its place?
No? I'm sorry. I guess we don't relate.
I'll shut up now and pretend all is great.
Glance, but don't stare.
There's a monster under the mask...enter if you dare.
Hiding Behind A Mask To Pretend I'm Okay
Great couplets on the theme of depression and the rhymes are nicely done and for many this poem will be relatable so I'm sure your poem will connect with many readers. Thanks for sharing Ashley.
Glance
Published by Family Friend Poems November 2020 with permission of the Author.
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Thank you so much! I wrote this while in a vulnerable state and I hope it makes people feel a little less alone.