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The (M)ask
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
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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.