Very Bad Archive
Hiding Behind a Mask
Jean Hall
This is just a mask
A shell of who I used to be
If anyone ever looked
They'd know it's not really me
This smile is as fake
As the happiness in my voice
And my well-covered bruises
Prove that this was never my choice
The tears that I shed
Are the result of this life
The things that I have gone through,
The pain as deadly as a knife
Who would know if I stopped this dream
If I quit trying to suceed
If I ended my life, with one short scream
Who would know?
Who would care?
And so I keep it all in
My mask, the shell of who I used to be
Because if anyone ever bothered to look
They'd know it's not actually me
Jean Hall has published another poem since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Jean's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Jean's latest works: