Afraid

It's just a poem I wrote one day when I was having issues dealing with who I truely am.

Living frorever with in a world of hope,
decisions, and love.
She’s lost herself,

Wearing a mask of optimistic dreams
her screams become a whisper among the roar of a crowd.
She is empty

of all the lies she tells herself.
Imagination is finally running out
to be replaced by more sadness.

The memories of what once was keep her from crying.
The words of those she has saved
help keep her lying in the hope that it will one day be enough.

Yet she wishes for the one thing that she constantly fakes.
And she yearns for the truth that her lies have helped make.
Slowly she’s breaking

Into million pieces, her
heart slowly crumbling into a fine dust
Is held together with bits of string to keep her alive
as the water of forgotten tears begin to drown the last bit of sanity she has left inside.

She’s afraid to break free of her stupid mask of hopeless dreams.
Afraid that no one will like the change from what they now see,
Afraid no one will understand who she hopes she’ll be.

She’s afraid that one day,
She might end up like me