Dear Diary,
The mask I wear
Is not one I wear by choice.
It is not one I wear to look pretty
Nor do I ever desire to take it off.
The mask I wear
Protects me from harm
Verbal abuse
That leads to my suffering
I used to have no desire
To hide my true self away
Or to pretend
For those who don't understand.
My mask has seen suffering
It has seen times in which i have wanted to end it all
But my mask has also
Seek kindness
Out of nowhere
Like sunshine on a cloudy day
You saw me, my mask
And you smiled at it
You gave my mask
Something to smile about
And slowly
You broke down my mask
You brought light into my life
When everything seemed dark
When i wanted to give up
You were there.
I still wear my mask
I still feel pain, if not more
But you are there
To pick me up
I, am also there for you
I will stand by your side
Whatever pain you endure
I will take it upon myself also
I will help you
As you have helped me
And together
We will bin our masks.
I have to go now, AppleBloom and Sweetie Bell need me.
Scootaloo x
