My mask~

“Just be yourself” they say. But how can I? When I can’t even stand me?
“Don’t be somebody your not” I always hear. But how can I? When I don’t even know who I am with the mask off.
“Okay Selena, your turn to pray, just say what you feel” he tells me.
“I love you Lord and thank you for another day. Please help me with my music,” I say “Please forgive me for the things I’ve done, I want to make it to your kingdom. I’ll try and follow your word as much as I can, and be a good example to every man.” Then I say amen.
After family devotion I go in my room and cuss to my friends.
I turn on the radio and put on music I know is wrong.
But at church on Sunday and Wednesday, I’ll be a saint.
Praying, helping, and putting my mask back on.
I act like there’s nothing wrong. Like I don’t care anger, hatred, pain, the list goes on.
I fool everyone but Brother Graham and Pastor.
They know something is wrong inside, and they know I’m not right.
I don’t know how, I guess its God.
But I just can’t seem to stop.
Maybe one day, I’ll be brave enough to take my mask off.


-Written By:

Selena Strohl