The Fakest Boy... Part 1

His mask is always there
He only takes it off at night
When he finally breaks down
He cant take much more of this fight

The mask is for fake happiness
To cover up his pain
He shows it to everyone
So they wont ask and he wont have to explain

Its just the way he deals
With the emotion he holds inside
Keeps it locked away
Never, ever lets it show on the outside

He keeps it bottled up
His sordid past
Not a soul knows
He hopes this facade will always last

How he was hurt
Was not at all right
To a little boy at the age of ten
To his defence he could not fight

He cant think at all
About what went down
When his past begins to bubble
He hides away his frown

When finally the day comes to an end
He removes the fake-ness and all
He locks the bathroom door
And begins to show his pain to the walls

* This poem is by me and my best friend Bambino which her name on this site is Bruised Heart. *