untold

I have a mask of gold but this mask is starting to get old Cracks are forming and people begin to see my story that i leave untold. My mask slips with every hug and everytime it gets harder to keep it up words in my head circling like a hurricane but this hurricane never stops all i can do is put on my mask and pray that no one dares ask " are you okay?" my mask isnt a mask anymore its a puppet a doll that takes my place so that no one sees the pit that im falling into i was okay for so long but my saddness hit but now im stuck in the room i thought i locked now it seems im locked in it the key is in the room but im chained down i cant get myself to do what i need to get out i want to scream and shout but when i try i get choked up with the truth and the stories i leave untold