Poetry

Theres a mask hanging on my face
It's not there and many people will never know
I can't let people in and I can't trust them that easy either
I've been told I'm strong and can't believe your so brave
If only they knew what happens behind locked doors
The mask peels away and the real me breaks free
Free from the prison I put up 10 years ago
That was the day when the real me died
And now is placed behind these blue eyes
Maybe someday I can peel away this mask for good
But until then I'll do what I have since then
Take my problems and face them alone behind locked doors.