Masks

Hezekiah Jackson

You look at me See what's expected A smile Smirk Joyful eyes Meaningful words A mask You see me And assume I'm emotionless Have the audacity to assume I don't care Because I wear a mask Something that's meant To hide... Hide the affliction Of my thoughts That turn to revolutionists Turn to protesters And chant this is your fault Why didn't you do better Why weren't you brave enough ... You're nothing My mask Hides the scars Of a lifetime of tribulations Pain Bruises from the amount of times I've been hit With the aspects of my own subconscious The side of myself That hates me For not reaching for the stars For not turning his dreams To reality This mask Hides the tribulation I face before I even see you Because if I shown The severity of my pain Expressed how much this hurts Painted a portrait Even spelled it out... You wouldn't care No one ever cares So I'm subjected to a mask Something that hides The battle inside The monster Within A mask That shows the best of me.... So you won't see the worst of me

2018-09-26 21:40:30

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