Masks Poem by Kelsea Osterman

Anger, sadness, happiness, hope, and love. These simple things all have different masks that you must ware to hide what you really are feeling. Each one is pointless to the point that makes no sense. Here I am trying to think of a way to make any sense at all. I try and say that everyone hides behind a mask and yet so do I. I try and hide how I really feel with a little fake smile. And then when I am all alone I let it out all the hurt the pain the anger the sadness and at the same time I am slowly losing all my faith in the world. I want to say that I am happy that I really don’t hurt any more so people can stop trying to comfort me. People need to see that I dont need nor want their sympathy. People need to see I can take care of myself and I dont need them. But really dont believe the mask that I ware really all I want is for someone to hold me close and never let me go. I need someone to love me for me and not what I could be.