Behind The Mask

Each Morning, I wake

I put on a face

I try and try

And eventually, i smile

It's not entirely real

But not entirely fake

Each morning, I wake.

It's a scheme, I know

A scheme but so real

I think I forgot me

I don't know who I am

behind the masks

lies a face of confusion

but in front lay plans, fully developed

It's A Scheme, Trust me, I know

Bottled up, My emotions

Sometimes I forget to breath

And other times,

I can't bear to read

between the solid lines

So that maybe I can find

Who is Talianna?

A girl that much is known.

Behind the mask/s

The strong, bold exterior

there is a storm, a big ugly storm

Waves of emotions fighting to be let out

But they're suppressed into black and white clouds

Once they were loud,

but now you can hear a pin drop

Trust me, it's not my fault.

I am a slave to society's rules

Regulations that are much too cruel

A girl with a pure heart

She was broken in to fast.

Do's and Don'ts

Words with hurt

Instead of being told express yourself

I was given books, that taught me to suppress

I am a slave, bondage is my name.

Behind the Mask/s

I am fighting to be freed

Unfortunately, freedom doesn't come easy

A road with no end

With the mask, i have a name

Without it, i am nameless

I am no one.

I don't stand out in a crowd

But after all the years,

I find comfort, fading into the background.

This is me,

Talianna

The Masked Lady.