masked

I'm alone to face the world with only a mask to shield my true feelings. I convince ma self that I'm OK so it will be easy to convince others that I'm on top of the world but who I'm i deceiving? even my mum can c through me and it hurts that i cant use this mask to shied ma self from her. Ive got so much to let out and so much to say but no 1 will ever possibly understand what it is I'm going through. But Ive but others through worse and secretly i hate my self for it. times like that i wish i could change but i can't. i can only make things better but how? i can't focus people.

broke

All i see is roads so straight for everyone, i look around and i see trees that have grown with not a scratch or a broken branch in sight. I then look at my tree everything is broken, nothing is growing. I start to doubt my self thinking will it ever grow?

I feed the plant, i give it water, i give it everything it needs but it still don't grow. All thats left is the broken branches and marks that I've left on it that wont go away. I pray that one day my tree with grow straight.