A poem written by Michael J. Rietscha
My opinions do not matter.
My words are not heard.
So I go this world,
And I live it behind a mask.
I no longer have feelings, feelings about myself.
Not happy, not sad, just nothingness.
The water has a reflection of black.
The moon is an eclipse.
The sky has no stars.
The trees have no leaves.
The Earth has no grass.
Just darkness is what is behind my mask.
© 2016 Mental Health Association of Northwestern PA