Dropping the Act

“I’m NOT okay!”—thus all my being cries;

Yet from some social duty, I would hide

My rash reactions, and I would disguise

My inconformities with masks of pride.

 

I’m NOT okay! Why should I feign to be?

Confined, imprisoned, no escape I find—

No place to go, from observation free,

To sort through all the turmoil in my mind.

 

I’m NOT okay! Nor shall I be in fact

Until I find release—to cry, to shout;

Lest I explode, I need to drop the act

And siphon all this soulish venom out.

__May cleansing, grace, and peace be mine, I pray,

__As I at last confess, “I’m NOT okay!”

 

Credit: [Angry] Bubba From The Darkness Fair

3 of 5 masks shown

 

Thank you, Stitches (AngryNoob)

 

Photo Credit: Clementine Rosca

 

Done