RedRavenPoems

Put on my mask, I’ll play for a while.
I’ll do my best, to show a smile.
Play my part, blend in with the crowd
Draw no attention, let’s not be loud.

A sickening feeling, the urge to blend in.
The need to feel included, to hide what’s within.
It’s nothing but a destructive thought.
A way for peace to be so dearly bought.

Behind the mask, the eyes show the lie.
Of one who hides that they are dead inside.
But they paste on the smile and play the game.
Acting as if okay, hell as if they are sane.

Why do this crazy thing?
Just what good it is? What satisfaction it bring?
Easy enough to answer in the end.
It’s so easy to feel included, pretend to have friends.