Me and sadness
Broken feelings
Hurt emotions
Painful cries
No one knows
How many scars
Innumerable tears
I hide behind
My masked face
For i was once
A happy soul too
Kind and caring
Simple and trusting
But this world
Pierced the fabric
Of my soul
Through its backstabbing
And selfishness
And I tried
To cope with my failings
Tried to hide my pain
But people
Didn’t let me
So I became
A masked man
But sometimes
This mask cracks
Glimpses of my old self
Are visible
Through its gaps
But I have changed
And this world will see
A new me
When I take off
My mask again
© Waqas Gul
A very poignant poem. Beautifully written.
Wonderful Waqas. Alas, each one wears a mask at some point or the other.
Our cracks are where light gets in..
Everyone’s masked like the Joker. Well penned
Be a happy man again. Poignant and beautiful
Loved it!