yet another new poem

"The Masks Inside"

if we wasted our tears
on things that tear us down
would the breaking point be far off?
could we find our own ground?
no one knows who we are
not really anyway
we're just playing our designated part
in the thing we call life
this heart gets broken by another
then that heart gets broken by the pain
of being left alone again
if we let things get to our heads
depression will sink in
then death is the only thing seen
we're not strong
being made from flesh and bone
we can break
just like anything
we're not weak
being made of feelings
we can take some of the words
we can take the punishment
our tears will be the testiment to our will
to stand up and not be put in a hole
so dark we don't see the shadows
we'll fall down broken
our masks falling to the floor unseen
reavealing a torn heart
slowly bleeding itself out
we're not strong
being made from flesh and bone
we can break
just like anything
we're not weak
being made of feelings
we can take some words
we can take the punishments
if only for a little while longer

Andrew C.