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The mask I wear that you all see
has now become my identity.
IT's coated with a sticky paste
and never seems to leave my face.
The mask I wear is just a lie
to hide my constant wish to die.
This emptiness inside my heart
is slowly tearing me apart.
The mask I wear to hide the pain,
it's all that's left to keep me sane.
My life's a vortex in a well,
a rampant spiral down to hell.
The mask is so no one will say
"why the look of great dismay?"
It hides what I can really be,
from everyone for eternity
But light will shine through in the end
if I have the fortune to find a friend.
The mask I wear will cease to be
When I can honestly love me.
has now become my identity.
IT's coated with a sticky paste
and never seems to leave my face.
The mask I wear is just a lie
to hide my constant wish to die.
This emptiness inside my heart
is slowly tearing me apart.
The mask I wear to hide the pain,
it's all that's left to keep me sane.
My life's a vortex in a well,
a rampant spiral down to hell.
The mask is so no one will say
"why the look of great dismay?"
It hides what I can really be,
from everyone for eternity
But light will shine through in the end
if I have the fortune to find a friend.
The mask I wear will cease to be
When I can honestly love me.
Another old poem, or rather a parody?
I was inspired by Terry Moore's 'This mask I wear' and decided to rewrite it to describe myself at that point in time
this is the original
This Mask I Wear (by Terry Moore)
This mask I wear, you gave to me
One winter night beneath the trees;
It's black and blue, enshrouds my life
Surrounds my eyes and blinds my sight.
This mask I wear pretends I'm here,
And hides me from the awful fear
That you might find the heart of me
And take that too, beneath the trees.
This mask I wear to hide the pain
It's all I have to keep me sane
I just fell down I'm told to tell
There are no words to stop this hell.
This mask I pray to God for why
He hates me so to watch me die
A little more with every night
This man comes in and rapes my life.
But little girls grow up, my friend
And learn the wicked ways of men
This mask I wear comes off the day,
This mask I wear lays on your grave.
I was inspired by Terry Moore's 'This mask I wear' and decided to rewrite it to describe myself at that point in time
this is the original
This Mask I Wear (by Terry Moore)
This mask I wear, you gave to me
One winter night beneath the trees;
It's black and blue, enshrouds my life
Surrounds my eyes and blinds my sight.
This mask I wear pretends I'm here,
And hides me from the awful fear
That you might find the heart of me
And take that too, beneath the trees.
This mask I wear to hide the pain
It's all I have to keep me sane
I just fell down I'm told to tell
There are no words to stop this hell.
This mask I pray to God for why
He hates me so to watch me die
A little more with every night
This man comes in and rapes my life.
But little girls grow up, my friend
And learn the wicked ways of men
This mask I wear comes off the day,
This mask I wear lays on your grave.
© 2013 - 2024 Brushogen
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