To Break The Mask

Your face is river, ever flowing,
changing upon every tide,
A simple poison is not knowing,
whether you should run and hide.

But most time it's contained as so
by fake, unjust serenity.
A dam that blocks most every foe,
for fear of your insanity.

Your mask of calm, of pride and joy,
Of smooth cemented stone,
Is nontransparent, not a toy,
It's for only you to own.

Beyond the dam that is your face,
What things churn in the deep?
What thoughts about the human race,
of life do safe stone keep?

Occasionally, you cry? I ask,
and your dam shows a crack?
If only I could break the mask,
and get my lover back.