Masks

Things seems like its slowly changing and I hate it.  Its hard to open up to others especially the one close to you. I 'm afraid to speak up at times because I know if I do, then I'll lose what means the most to me. The frustration that is captured inside of me is starting to ache. I want to cry and let it all out, but who will comfort me? I shall continue and live on. The mask that I wear shall be kept. The face that is hidden behind the mask shall not be seen by anyone. You'll never know what is really behind that layer.