Mask (repost from april bc i rly like this poem)

The most broken people wear a disguise

And you’ll never guess if you try

Who has the mask before it’s too late

All the self-loathing

All the hatred

All of the thoughts

Complications

The mask seems to fall at the illest of times

People get hurt

Innocent lives

The wearer hurts people

Or even themselves

And after it’s over

Then, people see the audible cries for help

Messages, texts

Friends think they’re jokes

The signs are all there

But everyone chokes

When it gets real

They call the police

They do what they're supposed to

The person is released

In months, or even years

But no one feels relieved

So what do we do with the masked ones

And wonder if we fit the mold

Well I tend to complain about things I can’t fix

I just do what I’m told

But the children and teachers

Daughters and wives

Sons and husbands

Giving their lives

For a teenager with a screwed-up mind

Because of their parents

Or friends

It's apparent

That it never ends

So keep laws the same

And help unreachable

Internet poisoning

And kids unreachable

Raise a glass to the mask

Worn by kids, and adults

Schizophrenics and men

When it’s no one's fault

Just the situations they’re in

Raise a glass to killers

Of children and women

Because they couldn’t help

The blood on the linen

Raise a glass

To the kid in the mask