I live my life disguised behind the mask of someone who knows what they’re doing. Calm, cool, collected. I’ve got it all. But this costume ball is wearing thin.
In reality, I’m invisible. I collapse at the end of the day wondering what it would be like to run away. To disappear. To suddenly vanish. Would anyone notice? I’ve started dreaming about that. To escape.
I know I can’t do that. So I trudge back to hear people tell me I’m not good enough. I want to hide while running down the halls screaming, “Can’t you hear me?” I want to scream out without people telling me I’m simply seeking attention.
But I know there’s more than one of me out there. We’re all hidden behind the mask tattooed upon us. Sobbing behind the smile. This is not a cry for help. This is an acknowledgment to the face in the mirror to face the mirror.
We see you. There are people out there who will take the real you and treat you with care. Sometimes it takes a leap of faith to trust someone.
Also, would you ever consider attempting to put this into a poem? Express it that way too?
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I think adult life can very much come across as overwhelming at times. But when the walls start to feel like they’re closing in – just remember. Depression is a lying bastard (http://anervousticmotion.com/5951/depression-is-a-lying-bastard/).