The White World

I wear a mask of practiced grace,

With a smile that fits yet leaves no trace,

I give them what they want to see,

While losing bits of what even is me.

Following the path my mother has laid for me,

Ignoring what I wished to be,

Trapped in her dreams that I cannot flee,

Yearning to escape this predestined plea.

My misery clings like hallucinations,

Needing to clench my frustrations,

They etch themselves into my mind,

Leaving unseen scars I can never unwind.

But in the night, with anxieties disturbed,

Restless thoughts invade my sleep,

I find myself imagining a white world,

Where white silence drowns the secrets I keep.

I yearn to break, to find my voice,

To carve my own path, to make my own choice,

My mask slips off, the facade fades,

As my persona emerges from the shades.

I step into the white unknown,

Not before I let out my final moan,

No more masks, no more despair,

Just silence in the empty white air.