The Glass Mask

~This is a poem that one of my best friends made~

I could feel the glass shatter, the little shards digging deep into my skin

Almost reminding me of my failures, the wrongs that I’ve done

Now that I see all of the pain and sorrow I’ve caused, I’m not sure if I deserve

This beautiful cracking, the mask shattering and setting my real emotions free

This feels familiar, like deja vu…

But nothing seems to ring a bell, at all..nothing is the same now that the only obstacle

That I’ve ever faced is finally clear, finally allowing me to come out of the shell

That I’ve molded and crafted delicately, so sometimes I wonder..

What would life be without this glass mask?

What would be filling my thoughts instead of the freedom I’ve dreamed about?

Love? Hate? Regret?

I’ve been told that emotions are weak, tying you down and trapping you

From your true self, your true destiny

But what even is destiny? Is it the path that comes naturally?

I choose to believe that I can create my own, mold something other

Than that horrible mask

So sometimes I wonder, what would I be without this mask

Would I truly know who I am?

It irritates my to know I am who I am with that mask

That that mask is why I’m so strong, so stable

Am I forced to thank that mask? Has everything I’ve done

Led to this stupid mask creating my emotions, molding my new personality?

It doesn’t seem fair, the thing I’ve always dreamed of getting rid of

Is the thing I want back the most

I want to hide all of my emotions, my personality,

If it means I don’t have to thank that glass mask