THE MASK WE WEAR TO FIT
I can remember it like it was yesterday it was about 4 years ago I used to cover up all the disfunction and shity truths with a mask and I grew to fit it I would wake up every morning and put a fake smile on my face id wipe Ā away the dried up tears from the night before, Ā crying my self to sleep Id tell my self over and over that everything would be ok but in that moment it wasn't I covered up my depression with a mask because I know that my friends didn't understand mental illness and how it was effecting me they would run to the kid with the broken arm to sign their cast but my issues seemed like they were just all in my head they told me to get over my self to grow up but it just wasn't that simple so I decided to put on a mask I was aways happy and smileing but underneath it all was a sad kid that just wanted to stay innocent and hold on to a family that seemed to be falling apart I suffered in my own mind my thoughts told me life wants worth living and at the time no one was showing or telling me otherwise I was alone with my thoughts and I suffered with my depression I was the happiest kid with the biggest smile and Ā an ugly truth but I though I could barry all of that deep down in my subconscious but some how it was always there in the back of my mind telling me life wasn't worth living I know this wasn't healthy and I eventually seen a psychologist that help me with my depression I wasn't as sad any more and life started getting better even though a lot of Ā things changed I was no longer lost I finally ripped off the mask baring my truth I was happy not because thats what others approved of but because I was truly happy with life









