Sign up to EliteSkills

Already have an account? Login to Roleplay.Cloud
Forgot password? Recover Password

Under The Mask

Author: trynfinity
ASL Info:    38/f/California
Elite Ratio:    4.43 - 149 /145 /91
Words: 213
Class/Type: Poetry /BrokenHeart
Total Views: 849
Average Vote:    No vote yet.
Bytes: 1378


The mask that I wear
is cracked and slightly worn.
The truth is leaking out
but no one cares to look anymore.

Under The Mask

The mask that I wear
is cracked and slightly worn.
The truth is leaking out
but no one cares to look anymore.
For my children and my mom
even more for him.
I play more often than not
then to let them see within.
What I feel I cannot say
I cannot act on the screaming impulse
to give in and let the blade slice.
To cut out all the ugly
the stupid I would simply dice.
Leaving less than a shell of a person
who's maybe something right.
They don't understand it
they think it's all for show.
What the cannot really see
is what they choose in their heart not to know.
Every slice every cut
is intended just for me.
Not for their eyes to judge or wonder
if they caused me to bleed.
It's a punishment
a sentence
a checking of the self.
A correction of the wrong
an emptying of the disease
that's been a poison in me to long.
With every rip and every tear
every shredded hole.
You see more of the darkness
the disease
that everyday I know.
So I putty and I spackle.
with a smile or with a laugh.
So they won't be effected
by what's beneath this broken mask.


Submitted on 2007-10-07 14:50:12     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
Edit post

Rate This Submission

1: >_<
2: I dunno...
3: meh!
4: Pretty cool
5: Wow!


  Wow. This was really deep. I feel you were revieling your true emotions, and this poem allows me to look at others' cuts from a new perspective.

I thought in the past they wanted attention. But now I see that something deep inside them is slowly tearing apart their flesh. So often people look to death for the answers when the only was to get out is to look up.

Christ already died the horrible death (illistrated at the end of each gospel-Matthew, Mark, Luke and John) so that we might be saved from it. He doesn't promise life will be easy, but He promises us hope and a place to lay our heavy burdens and our weary heads: "Come to me all who are wearly and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light."--Jesus (can be found in the New Testement-Matthew 11:28-30)
| Posted on 2007-10-10 00:00:00 | by orange | [ Reply to This ]

Think Feedback more than Compliments :: [ Guidelines ]

1. Be honest.
2. Try not to give only compliments.
3. How did it make you feel?
4. Why did it make you feel that way?
5. Which parts?
6. What distracted from the piece?
7. What was unclear?
8. What does it remind you of?
9. How could it be improved?
10. What would you have done differently?
11. What was your interpretation of it?
12. Does it feel original?