My Mask Poem by Lisa AT

There are days when living feels like a weight,
A burden to bear, a constant, crushing fate.
The thoughts in my head, a relentless, nagging guest,
A feeling of devastation, that never finds rest.

I put on a mask, a brave, false face,
And let the days pass, in a numb, empty space.
But deep inside, I'm dying, slowly, silently too,
Mentally and emotionally exhausted, with no escape in view.

The battles I fight, are silent, unseen wars,
Fought alone, with no solace, no calming shores.
Others may think I'm fine, that all is well,
But little do they know, I'm struggling to break the shell.

I'm tired of the pain, the sadness that clings,
The feeling of hopelessness, that echoes and rings.
Everything's falling apart, I can feel it's true,
And sometimes, I just want to stop fighting, and see this journey through.

But still, I hold on, to the hope in my heart,
A glimmer of light, that never departs.
Though it's hard to live, with this sadness and pain,
I'll keep on fighting, until I rise above the rain.