Masks

So many things are hidden in me.
To deep that words can not express
Nothing can explain the pain I feel
All tattooed within my breast.

My soul is stained with the tears of my heart
I'm too weak to go on anymore
I have to put on a pretty mask
To cover the hurt inside

Only a few can see,
The little girl inside of me
Sitting in the dark
Of the never ending abyss of my heart.

Tears are streaming down her face
Beaten and bruised she is
She uses the strength she has left
To breathe every pain stricken breath.

Wanting it all to end
No more pain, confusion, and shame
She lays quiet and motionless
Dreaming of happier days

But what everyone fails to see,
Is that sad and beaten girl
Is me.

written by: Jerri McCullough