Paper Mâché

I wear a mask to hide my emotions,

To pretend that I'm fine,

The mask like my heart,

Fragile like paper mâché.

So I hide,

Hiding is better than confiding.

The truth is I push people away,

Fearful that I'll have to end my masquerade.

I feel I am undeserving,

I make myself the sole bearer of my pain,

It's what seems right to me,

It doesn't feel right to bear that weight on anyone else,

Not even on my worst enemy.

Instead I put pen to paper and compose another set of stanzas,

The best way that I can express my feelings,

Is through pained words on a page.

At least this way,

My feelings will not be invalidated.

#Bobetry