Post-Maskem
Trigger warning: Some of the descriptive language in this poem may upset you. Reader's discretion is advised.
No more hiding, I'm peeling back the mask.
Going to show'em all, who I think I am?
A man who thinks, who writes, who feels more.
His pain, his sorrow, his hidden vulnerability.
It's all too intense too contain anymore, It's killing me!
We only get one chance to live before we die.
I want to know what it feels like to live.
Played dead for so long I believed I died many years ago.
Now time is heavy on my chest, pins me to the grave.
Talking with a death rattle, let me clear my throat.
Spent too many years letting my mind cut me up.
Taking notes on my arms as I bled out for this world.
My own worst enemy stands in the mirror, won't even look at me.
A coward's game is one played alone.
Know when to lose and walk away.
Had this world on mute, listening to my own self-doubt.
Crank up the volume and hear me scream and shout.
Crying out for help, can anybody hear me now?
My will without a way, all my vision distorted.
A broken piece cannot complete a puzzle.
@Wolfveeahwoooooo
It can be hard to go through life, existing, looking in on everything that is going on, going through the motions, willing the day to tick by. You are invisible, it's your fear but also your comfort. You blend in but you are not really there. The conversations go on around you, the laughter too, you laugh, but you don't mean it. You are closed off, hanging on. The mask slips, you are always quick enough to catch it. Then one day a slow and lingering realisation comes upon you, tapping you on the shoulder. You don't look around. You push it down. Its too quick. It's still lingering. You start to want more, seek more, feel more, and it's so scary, but it's beautiful, you put the mask in a drawer, you are no longer looking in at your life. You are finally living, happiness and love are no longer strangers. For the first time, you start your own chapter 💜
@Wolfveeahwoooooo This was deep and interesting. Thanks for posting
@Wolfveeahwoooooo
Stranger, but not strange,cause I’ve been there too.
Felt the weight of pretending, the ache of waking up to nothing.
Laughed like a lie, cried like a river no one bothered to drown in.
Carried ghosts in my chest like they paid rent.
Talked soft so the world wouldn't hear me breaking.
Some days, even silence felt too loud.
And still...I stayed. Breathing like defiance.