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.