The mask we wear...

The fastest to type, to say too,
To avoid spilling the beans in our bowls,
To keep us from sharing that dark room with any one,
We sit in there, whisper it to others in our unconscious state.

Said by the mouth,
Not accepted by our hearts,
Raw yet untrue, it comes rushing out,
Safe to say but the sore in one's life still sucks,
It becomes deeper and...