we wear the mask

the name i picked may seem to be random, but i promise it really isn't. my english class just had to read a poem by Paul Lawrence Dunbar called (you'll never guess) "We Wear The Mask." i just thought that this poem (this is gonna sound so corny) gives great insight into out lives. i guess i can't talk for anybody else, but i know it is exactly how i feel. in class, we were supposed to write a response to it, but i didn't feel like writing a paragraph, so i wrote my own response poem.

I Wear The Mask

i do wear the mask

to hide silent fears

to cover up my crying tears

i have worn it for so many years

it has almost become my face.

i do wear the mask

of hurts and cries

underneath it my heart dies

no matter the situation, it lies

and nothing could take it's place.

i do wear the mask

of my image of me

it hides my hopes, my fears, my dreams

it's haunting will never let me be

it seems to be my soul's base.

i do wear the mask

that shows its own view

underneath it, no one would ever guess who

there is no way to start my life anew

for it poisons me with it's sweet taste.

i know that's alot for a first post, but it's just what i'm thinking right now.