Masks

by alexcooperfield

People hide where they feel comfortable or less scared

In this case, themselves

But the door they close won't open now

They get trapped inside them, with all the voices in their heads tormenting their days

They wear a happy look everyday, but that is not what the inside looks like

No one notice the smiles that don't reach their eyes, or the hopeless eyes...

No one bothers to see inside them, no one sees them the way they are

They are trapped and used to the solitude

Used to the way that silence is meaningful and dangerous

With tired eyes, they have the courage to face the fake day they will have, some others surrender to the darkness that their minds are infested of

But they are blind to their state, they wouldn't understand

No one notices their deaths because of the fact that they are still breathing among them...