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I put on a mask to hide my face.
I make sure that it leaves no trace.
I want to open up myself and share,
But if I do will you still be there?
Thoughts more twisted than you know.
My self-esteem's extremely low.
Sometimes I have so much fear.
So tough to keep my head clear.
I want to kill myself all the time,
But I just tell you that I'm fine.
Sometimes I want to kill others.
That's something you'll never discover.
And so I keep it hidden inside.
I don't know if it's fear or pride.
This will change your image of me.
You'll run away from what you see.
You'll never look at me the same.
I don't want to play this game.
So I'll keep myself locked away.
It doesn't matter what I want to say.
Keeping up my high wall,
Is the closest to not being me at all.
I make sure that it leaves no trace.
I want to open up myself and share,
But if I do will you still be there?
Thoughts more twisted than you know.
My self-esteem's extremely low.
Sometimes I have so much fear.
So tough to keep my head clear.
I want to kill myself all the time,
But I just tell you that I'm fine.
Sometimes I want to kill others.
That's something you'll never discover.
And so I keep it hidden inside.
I don't know if it's fear or pride.
This will change your image of me.
You'll run away from what you see.
You'll never look at me the same.
I don't want to play this game.
So I'll keep myself locked away.
It doesn't matter what I want to say.
Keeping up my high wall,
Is the closest to not being me at all.
Literature
My Mask
I just want to be happy,
Is that too much to ask?
I want this pain to go away,
I am tired of wearing my mask.
It is broken and shattered,
much like my heart.
I wear it to hide the pain,
and to hide me falling apart.
It has a plastered on smile,
It comes with a laugh.
It makes me seem happy,
My beautiful mask.
It has shadowed my sadness,
Hid my struggling so well,
I will always wear my mask,
In this sweet living hell.
Literature
The mirror of the soul
Step closer and look
Look into my eyes
Can you see it?
Can you see the shadows
The pain and the sorrow
Within me?
Can you see
The hopes I've lost
The dreams I gave up?
Can you see
The fierce battle
Taking place
In my mind?
Can you see
What's left
Of my broken heart?
Of my tortured soul?
Come closer and take a look
If you dare...
(And I'll look into your eyes as well)
Literature
Dear Death
I sink my knees
into the sodden dirt
surrounding the grave
of a human long gone
I touch the stone's
chiseled cursive words
and trace the letters:
how gelid they've become
I stare at the flowers
that people have left;
upon the plot,
ham-handedly chopped
And I contemplate
my inevitable death
hoping no flowers are left
for the message they possess
"I'm trading life for death."
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The weird thing about a mask is that it actually attracts more attention and trouble than just showing face.