The Writings
"The Mask" (8-9-00) |
Look into the mirror and what is it I see? Nothing but a mask what others know as me. The mask is made of eyes The mask is made of teeth The mask is make of lies The mask is made of grief Never can I show it Never let it through Keep it hidden deep inside Out of sight of you I cannot let them see this I cannot ever cry I can't believe I said this I feel that I could die The mask is cold and callous The mask is full of hate The mask is nothing like me I feel it getting late Now it's growing colder for the sun's slipped from mine eyes Blotting out it's light is the mountain made of lies The mask is unforgiving The mask is closing in The mask has bad intentions The mask will always win And the closer that I get The further I shall be For all that is accomplished is it's holding grip on me The mask wants to destroy me and then to destroy you and leave me all alone so what am I to do? For the louder that I scream the less that I am heard Trapped inside my prison Just a silent mocking bird The mask begins to weaken under the heavy load For we've been through so much down this long and winding road But the fight is far from over It was a battle, not the war But someday I shall kill it and be rid forevermore So until that day ariveth I will do with what I can To fight the mask I'm wearing with this pen that's in my hand. |