The Hands that Holds the Mask

The hands that holds the masks are tired.

I have rotated between left and right

I have shifted pressure between fingers

I have tried pinning it on

Man, I have done it all

But the hands are just tired.

I just cannot hold up this facade anymore

I have resolved to show me more

Though I’ll still smile in my darkest hour

At night I sit and cry helplessly in the shower.


Published by Faith

I am human patiently accepting myself. I am unapologetic about being wild, and untamed. I am always open to new things and I only accept good vibe and positive energies. I love people and life and the world is my playground. I love children, animals and elderly people. I write to express and understand my thoughts, feeling and behaviors. It's self therapy and a visualization tool. I am a selfish loner at times a very sensitive INTJ. I am an aspiring psychological disorders and consumer behavior researcher and practitioner, living with Bipolar 1.

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