All you see is the smile I put on.
The mask I use to hide my pain.
The mask that covers my hurt,
my battle scars.
I cry out for help.
Can anyone hear me?
Or do they just choose not to listen...

I walk these halls,
day after day,
hoping to find someone,
someone who can look behind my mask.
People look briefly, then turn away.
They don’t see what’s behind my mask.
They don’t even take the time to.
Do they even want to know?
I catch the eye of someone walking towards me.
Can they see the pain in my eyes?
Or do they just choose not to see it...

I long to feel wanted,
accepted,
needed.
How can I ever shake these feelings?
Every day the feelings pile up.
Rocks upon rocks lay heavy on my heart,
pressing down on me,
making it hard to breathe.
Can anyone feel the rocks like I do?
Or do they just choose to ignore them…

In this day in age,
people speak unkind words like it’s their first language;
never truly thinking of how their words impact someone else.
These words build up.
They create a boulder of hate and doubt,
that’s just too heavy to get rid of on your own.
Whoever said ‘sticks and stones my break my bones but words may never hurt me’
was so wrong.
Do people understand how much words actually hurt?
Or do they just choose not to…