Mask The Pain Poem by Amber Millar

I've masked the pain for so long now,
No one sees through my act,
That's all it is,
It's a one man show,
And I'm the best actress you could possibly find,
I let the tale unfold and I play the part with humour,
But the story everyone sees is make believe,
It's what I choose for them to see,
You must understand,
That the story is all I have left to give,
If it was not for that one tiny last grace,
I would not be this person I seem to be,
I would be a recluse, a wreckage,
I wouldn't be the Beauty,
I'd be the Beast,
I would live my mistakes,
I would be my mistakes,
I would live as a monster,
Not a person,
It's easier to make you believe,
Than you think it is,
It's easier to make you believe,
Then you don't have to see what you won't want to,
I bow out gracefully,
From my day pretending,
And lay thinking of all the things I lied about,
All the things I didn't say,
All the things I didn't do,
All the things I didn't think,
For once, my mask slips,
But no one's there to see it,
This show hasn't finished, though,
This performance is for ever,
And this actress never stops acting...