Masks

It’s been a while since I’ve written poetry, and I'd planned to write a real updatey sort of post next (and soon), but this one just sort of happened. It doesn’t make me look good (not in how well it’s written, although possibly in that too – in the subject matter… you’ll see). Normally I would revise a lot more before posting (I literally started writing this maybe... 10 minutes ago?), but... I'm ok with it for now. Maybe I'll revise it more later.


I can’t be your mother
Don’t come crying to me
Don’t even cry
Loud enough for me to hear

You were the one who taught me
To hide all my tears
How can I comfort you?
What do you expect from me?

Because of you
It’s hard to share
My pain with those who are closest
Who do you think you are?
Never close, not anymore

You taught me to hide my tears
How can I comfort you?

Let’s just agree:
I don’t need you,
You don’t need me,
Don’t you agree?

What are you doing?
Do you need me?
Well, I don’t have anything to give
(just like you)

I’m growing, now
I’m learning to slip the mask aside
But I’ve never felt the mask harden so much
As when I’m around you

Where’s your mask?
And how can that cause you such pain?
You can’t be my child
So grow up, already

I don’t know what to do for you
So don’t come crying to me.