My Face Is A Mask

The intensity of my pain is becoming excess
I cried so much now I look a mess
Anger bubbling under my skin
Scarred and marked from were the knife had been
The unnerving noise of my buzzing thoughts
Is pulling my brain into sudden distort
My heart is low as though it’s been demoted
My notepads full of the poems I’ve noted
Made up of stories of suicide and blood let
Puddles of blood glowing scarlet
When people are smiling I feel dejected
I’m not smiling to ‘cos it was me they rejected
In there eyes I will be only a ‘freak’
‘Cos I didn’t follow trends I wanted to be unique
I always looked sad, depressed and downcast
My face holds no truth it’s only a mask
My eyes are as sharp as a pin or a blade
I’m no longer me but the person you made