My life was based <br />on masking the truth, <br />not allowed to express feelings <br />buried throughout my youth. <br /> 'Don't tell others <br />what goes on behind closed doors, ' <br />still masking the truth <br />and developing sores. <br /> As time passed, <br /> as time always does, <br />what was masking the truth, <br />still is, as it was... <br /> I'm not talking about <br />telling big or even little white lies, <br />I'm tallking about masking pain <br />through silence and lying eyes. <br /> If all this seems too confusing <br />then try walking in my shoes... <br />It feels just as confusing <br />because these are not the feelings I'd choose! <br /> Most of my life, <br />the reason or situation didn't matter, <br />the mask would go up <br />as I feel my sanity shatter.<br /><br />cecelia warner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/masking-the-truth-2/
