User blog:Snow-ish/Mask

I hide behind this mask of etched smiles, fake grins

Nothing seems to excite me as it used to

Repeated echoes hammer away

Making me more tense than the day before

All this time I had, wasted on simple life

Nothing here seems to help anymore

I find myself looking to my disguise

Now I am not sure which is me and which is not

Moments of regret, humility, and anger

Sadness seems the most cherished emotion.

The only chance I have to be in solace.

The rest of the time my thoughts and worries bombard me

Sorrow seems to be my peak.

May I ask what is yours?

Solace seems to grip me tighter.

May I ask what does so to you?

It feels I am ashamed.

Something that shouldn't befall any of you.