It is never an easy thing to do
To dread each coming day
Being forced to put on that filthy mask
To show the world everything is okay
I walk through the sea of people
Pretending to be unperturbed
By the tears that flood my floors
By the nightmares that haunt my slumber
By blood that paint my walls
Why don't I let the universe know
Why can't I rid myself of this mask
Maybe I'm a coward
Maybe I'm weak
Why can't anyone see?
Maybe
I'm waiting for someone to take it off for me
-Izzat R.
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