My Mask

My smile hides my tears.
My laugh hides my screams.
It’s been this way for years.
Things aren’t as they seem.

I always seem so happy.
With not a care in the world.
But you should know, sadly
Many things go untold.

Nobody really knows me.
They only know my cover.
But I wish I could let it free.
Let them know what’s under.

But instead, I practice
My smiles in the mirror.
Then the next thing I do is
Make my fake laugh clearer.

What is wrong? You need help?
Is all they will ask.
So I have decided
To live behind a mask.

So I have this boyfriend, who is great in so many ways, but when I try to talk to him about personal stuff he ignores me or yells at me like what I’m feeling is wrong, or he doesn’t have the time to listen? How am I supposed to handle this? What is the proper way?

Thanks for joining me!

Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton