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Don't You Ever Get Tired?


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Feeling like you have to make others ok, like you have to be careful or else you'll hurt someone. That you have to play all these social games, like acting "civil" even if you don't want to. Acting happy when you're not, and trying to be a beacon of hope for your friends when you yourself are falling apart?

 

Like you have to put up with people's snide remarks and judgmental ways? Just to find out what makes you happy? Like you can't just tell people off when they are being pompous just because you have to be around them all the time? That you have to try to act happy so you don't ruin friendships or bring your friends down with your depression and fear?

 

That you have to be responsible for the feelings of others and your relationships even though you're struggling to just get through the day?

 

That you have to mask your pain just so people won't mock you? Or make fun of you for who you are?

 

That you have to guard yourself at all times because people will twist your thoughts and emotions and use them against you? Why is this acceptable? Why is it acceptable that we have to wear a shell around our hearts?

 

To keep your mouth shut so people don't belittle you with their insults? Call you stupid or pathetic because you're insecure? When did being unsure about life become a character flaw? When did being scared or confused become a characteristic of a weak person?

 

Why is it ok to just pawn someone off to someone else, pass the buck and just say i don't care because it's too hard?

 

Why must we act like something we're not just to be able to participate in society? To hold ourselves to concepts which are non-existent, such as being "normal"?

We Wear the Mask

by Paul Laurence Dunbar

WE wear the mask that grins and lies,

It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—

This debt we pay to human guile;

With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,

And mouth with myriad subtleties.

 

Why should the world be over-wise,

In counting all our tears and sighs?

Nay, let them only see us, while

We wear the mask.

 

We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries

To thee from tortured souls arise.

We sing, but oh the clay is vile

Beneath our feet, and long the mile;

But let the world dream otherwise,

We wear the mask!

 

 

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