A poem written by the mask.

I suffer from depression and this is one of the poems I wrote while I was depressed. For those of you who can relate to this poem, I hope this lets you know you’re not alone.

We got burnt by loves flame.

Just a try on a haiku poem.

You can rely on me.

We are both bruised.

Looking back, preparing my taxes for 2011, I ask where the year went.

This poem describes my inner voice…

Your sordid truth is repulsive.

This poem is confused about love and how I have aggression toward it for hurting me.