Words Unspoken

Behind These Blue Eyes

You see me. I wear this mask always. This mask allows me to smile. Allows me to pretend. This mask has softened with my tears. This mask is my sanctuary. My prison. My home. You would never guess how I poison myself. Behind these blue eyes. We all have masks. Yours may let you be social. It may let you laugh off what others say. It may light you up. When inside you know how it feels to die.

***Hey, there. I guess people would consider me pretty anti-social. Yes, crowds make me nervous. Yes, people in general make me nervous. I have this habit of running over conversations after they take place.

Did I stay something stupid? Are they talking about me now? My anxiety has hindered many areas of my life. It ruined school for me and even causes issues in my personal relationships. I continue to cope as best I can. Writing is one thing that keeps my spirits a little higher.

Thanks for taking the time to go over my writing. I hope there's something you like here.

Thank you so much for going on this journey with me! Poetry is my second language, no contest.