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The (M)ask

February 7, 2019
By kayinreverse01 BRONZE, Mukwonago, Wisconsin
kayinreverse01 BRONZE, Mukwonago, Wisconsin
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If you wanted to be saved

All you had to do was ask

I couldn’t see through the makeup

Through the facade

The act

And the mask

Would it have been a burden

To ask for some advice?

As humans, I know

We’re as vulnerable as mice

But maybe I could’ve helped you

And broken through the ice

That numbness that overwhelms you

We’ve all been there, it’s true

I never imagined a life

That was ever without you

Why can’t I reverse this?

Why can’t I bring you back?

Why didn’t I notice the canyon

When it was simply just a crack?

Why couldn’t I have cherished you

Gave love and showed I care?

Can the excuse even pass my lips

That I was unaware?

Tell me, friend

What is it like

Above or down below?

Is it good?

Is it bad?

Or is it something you don’t know?

When did this all start, my dear?

Was it hate, or love, or was it fear?

Why do you feel so far away?

Why must death feel so near?

Were my words the cause of your downfall?

Did something I do make you end it all?

I wonder times if I were away

Would someone here still wish I’d stay?

These words describe the death of me

If I were gone, what would still be?

My conscience

Eternally alone

I’d miss my family, big and grown

If no one ever cares to ask

I must unravel my own mask

It’s no one’s job to fix this fire

For in hiding it, I’ve become a liar

But in sadness and shame, I know it’s hard

To tear the absent pride apart

To dig yourself out of a hole

To have some mercy on your soul

If I want to be saved one day

All I have to do is ask

Because just like for me

It’s hard to see

Through the facade

The act

And the mask


The author's comments:

This poem has a lot to do with self destruction and ultimately suicide, as well as taking on another's point of view. I find that, as stated in my poem, everyone at some point feels a sort of numbness in their life, a sort of surreal feeling that is almost inhuman. My poem also discusses, most importantly, that we as humans cannot rely on others at all times to repair our emotional disabilities if we are not willing to show what we are feeling, thus, unraveling our masks.


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