The Mask

Masked

Sometimes I wonder why they can't see,

The insanity that ,and grows inside of me,

It’s hiding under this playful grin,

and it’s when depression starts to win

Sometimes I can feel that knife call

And that mask breaks and falls

shattering, breaking at my feet

and all my pain is theirs too see.

That's when I run and hide

to the place that lies inside

blocking out the things beyond control

and that's when sadness takes its toll.

Trying to mask all this pain

I know is making me insane

Hiding so no one will ever see

Just how very pathetic I really can be.

Doesn’t anyone else know?

Just how deep this pain can go

Under that cheerful smile

I’m living in a dark denial


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I wrote that poem around eight or so year's ago but it seemed relevant to this picture. I know people with depression, suffer from it myself and this picture is a good representation of how it feels sometimes. Like the face you try and wear to be brave, to make it though the day just cracks and breaks and suddenly, your exposed.

This picture was done referencing the fabulous stock art from www.deviantart.com/art/Male-St…
Done in Open Canvas. This is the black and white version. I couldn't decide which one I liked better so I'm posting both!