I always say & believe,
That I'm fine.
I'll be okay, I say.
I put on a mask,
Unknowingly so.
To protect others
And me.
From what i feel is,
My ugly reality.
Now me & others, have
Gotten used to the mask.
Forgotten that I exist,
Behind the mask.
Scared to remove it,
Sacred that the real me,
will be hated
& abandoned.
They say they'll love you,
No matter what.
But when nobody understands,
You and your issues,
Loving get's hard.
I like living in the false reality,
But it's not reality, is it.
Reality hits.
Mask is removed.
What's wrong?
What triggered this?
Your life seems fine.
Why can't you be more grateful?
They ask.
Why aren't I normal?
Why can't I just get over it?
Why can't I finally do something that I decided to do?
Why can't I just get better?
What is wrong with me?
I ask.
Questions keep pouring.
It gets overwhelming.
I put on the mask.
I believe I am okay.
They believe I am okay.
Everything is fine again.
I am fine, I say.
I'll be okay.