Monday, May 17, 2010

The Mask

Behind the mask is where I hide
Never feeling free
Take all emotions that burn inside
Never being me
Who exactly am I?
A question I know too well
Without an answer 'til the day I die
My life has become my hell
No one to confide in
To take my mask off so slow
Knowing that I'll never win
Not knowing where to go
Acceptance of this fate is clear
Hurtful so deep that some refuse to see
Taking all I have to hold back a tear
Always longing to be free


By Trish Cockburn

© 2009 Trish Cockburn (All rights reserved)

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