"You're always smiling."
"You're always laughing."
"How can you be happy all the time?"
All of these questions get asked of me on a daily basis.
No, I'm not always smiling.
No, I'm not always laughing.
No, I'm not always happy.
Sometimes I'm not even happy at all.
If you see me smile, it's because I feel sad.
If you see me laugh, it's because I feel lonely.
If you see me happy, it's because I'm breaking.
All you really see are the fake smiles.
All you really see are the fake laughs.
All you really see are the masks I wear.
The Truth Behind The Mask
Hi, I’m 13, and I have clinical depression. This poem honestly made me feel like someone finally gets what I go through on a day-to-day basis. I am constantly expected to have this mask. Then...
The Masks I Wear
Published by Family Friend Poems March 2018 with permission of the Author.
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Hey love, I can relate. My mother died 2 years ago on January 21, 2018, and it hurt me to my soul. I'm depressed also, and I feel like I have no one, but you're not alone. We are in the same boat. I'm praying for you.