19 May 2012
My face is like a mask, It hides me from the truth, It can let me be somebody else, Somebody harsh, cruel, uncouth.
It hides my feelings when I want, And lets me seem just fine, And if I'm delusional on certain days, I feel like the mask is mine.
Yet sometimes it constricts me, And traps me with sadistic cheers, And when I scream for help, It makes sure no one hears.
A master manipulator is the mask, Dark magic to beware, But even when I stay away, I know it's always there.
My Mask. • Opuss № I