Here I am..again.
Hiding from what is real, the only real thing....Pain
We run from it, we try to escape it, try to defeat it. We even Hide from it. We wear Porcelain masks, we keep that smile on out faces no matter how bad it hurts, how much we want to cry, or punch someone, our masks are there to "protect" us from the pain.
My mask.
My mask is white. Its the Shade that all colors come from...and when need be I paint it, I paint it to make people happy. I paint it to keep them from seeing..well seeing me the real me. The person who doesn't want to hurt anyone and hate yelling and when I say I hate it I mean I DON'T yell and I don't like to be around it. The person who is scared of being rejected by the Guy she loves. To everyone I'm the good kid, the "perfect child" the one who doesn't argue or fight back the one who does EVERYTHING that I am told.
I paint my mask...to make everyone happy. Because I want YOU to be happy. In the long run I don't care about me....I care about you..
P.s. I Love You
