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Mask

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Autopilot driving me
It's not me, I can't even see
I'm spewing emotion and bleeding poetry
It'd be killing me
But we're way beyond that now

The mask is taking over me
Becoming me, I can't breathe
I'm caging emotion and killing poetry
It'd be killing me
But nothing can kill me now

Maybe you'll regret it when you find
The real me gone
And this left behind

The invisible girl could take no more
It hid her away
It bolted the door
Her heart was too tender
Her emotions too raw
Because no one really knew her
No one really saw
And the pain was driving her out of her head
She had two choices
Become the monster
Or wind up dead

So remember this story when you one day see
That coldness has replaced the warmth in me
That my eyes are empty
My laughter hollow
I was gentle once
But this world swallows gentle up like a whore.
I seem to be bleeding again.

Update 2012 December: Despite being so far removed from the emotions that wrought this piece, it remains a favourite.
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nymphoproblematic's avatar
"Become the monster
Or wind up dead."

Love that.

And, "I was gentle once
But this world swallows gentle up like a whore."

Too true. Well, at least it tries to. But it can only succeed if you let it.