The outside of my body
Is a mask.
All my emotions
are engraved in stone
So no one knows
What I am truly feeling
Unless they look
Hard enough to see
The true me.
Even my face
Is impossible
To decode
For even when the outside
Of my face
Breaks into a smile,
My soul is screaming
To be free
And to go away
From all this misery.
When I cry
Is the only time
I am being truthful,
To myself,
And others
Who want to show they care.
My tears
Run down my face
Like a river,
To show others,
And myself,
That I am drowning,
In my own tears,
My own fears,
My own feelings.
My face lies
To others
And myself
When I look in the mirror
I see an empty soul,
An empty shell,
Devoted of emotion
And it scares me.
I have many faces,
Many masks,
That keeps people
In the dark
And that keeps me
At bay
Of seeing
What could be truly
Me.