When the mask slips and falls away

Spread the love

behind the maskAm I who they see,

The persona or the real me,

 

In the mirror I do look,

Can’t find the thing they took,

 

Lost and lone a masked man,

Confused alone without a plan,

 

I have no clue,

Not sure what to do,

 

So I wipe away the mask,

Revealing my damaged past,

 

Scared and disfigured I stand,

My hopes and dreams on shifting sand,

 

I wrap away my broken wings,

And put aside wishful things,

 

Tears of blood run down my face,

What dragged me to this place,

 

Naked and abused,

No wonder I blow my fuse,

 

My voice once silent,

Now loud and violent,

 

Trapped inside my head,

Wishing that I was dead,

 

A choice now made,

The game of life must be played,

 

I slip on the mask,

This time I hope it will last,

 

Dressed in hidden armour,

Becoming a lyrical charmer,

 

I am no longer me,

But content with the person they see,

One day I will die,

Ready and happy to end this lie.

About Mr BPD

About Author. I have Borderline Personality Disorder and as a writer and poet I explore my madness through the creative arts. I have a personal belief that even in darkness light exists and it is a personal responsibility to always seek the light and I find the light in creating something.
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