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My Hell

June 5, 2014
By Anonymous

But inside there is a secret
Like the bottom of the ocean
I’m sealed off from the world
Alone and unknown
No one knows my true colors
They see him
An illusion, a mirage
They see the mask
And never bother to look past
This mask, this HELL
This agony of mine is real,
Too real, and still
No one cares
They could attempt to free me
They could try to unbind me
And see me
And I would show myself
But I can’t
No one can ever know the
True me
I can’t show anyone,
Tell anyone
Why?
Because it’s a secret
A secret they tell me
I’m a secret!


Those feelings, that life,
That world, that face,
All FAKE
I’m getting tired of
Acting, always acting
It’s a secret, they tell me
I am a secret!
I feel, yes I, the true me feels
Like I am living in
This stranger's mind
In his world, never mine,
Always his,
In time I will lose this slight control
And he, not me, he
Will look at this
And wonder what
He was talking about
He tries to ask me
What’s going on Why I said these things
And then, I almost answer
But I can’t tell
I am a secret
And this is my hell.


The author's comments:
This is a poem I decided to write when I was emotionally unstable. Not much more to it than that.

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