A Poem

Two years after my diagnosis, in June 2006, I wrote a poem. It isn't the best poem ever, and I probably broke every rule there is for writing poetry, but I wrote what I felt. In all its glory, here it is:

The Mask

I hide behind the mask
Though unseen by many
Those you could ask
Fail to see past the cover

I cry behind the mask
Unheard by most
The ones you would ask
Have seen the tears the least

I am lonely behind the mask
Known by so few
Of the ones you should ask
They don’t care to know

I feel different behind the mask
Told to almost no one
If you did find one to ask
Maybe they would answer

I am scared, in my mask
Shown to only me
To find out
You might want to ask . . . me