Masks, what are they? Are they our friends?
I'd like to say that my mask is only mine, but surely it is other's as well, otherwise, how would they be so blind to it? This mask must be made from their sins, otherwise, how would they just look over it?
I find myself asking many "what if" questions these days. "What if my mask loved me," "What if my mask was its own will, its own mind, its own thoughts, its own desires?"
I thought that, and I was silent, in my mind of course, none of my thoughts are aloud. I was silent in my own mind for an hour! I was confused by my own thoughts. And I thought.
"Do I want to be loved?"
Your Mask
Just a little bit longer, I'm not gone. I'll always be here, right beside you. I'll always love you, it's true. Even if you try run away, there's no where to hide. I'm your reflection, living inside, Your Mask... Even if you run, even if you hide. I'll always be by your side. No matter who you meet, you'll still weary. When your alone, your eyes will be still be teary. Please don't leave me, don't try. Please don't leave me, don't cry. Your Mask... It's bound to break. It's bound to shatter. Don't give in to madness' that flatters. I am here, waiting silently. I am always here, quietly. You are lost, while I am found. Listen to the sound, Your Mask... It's falling off your face. I can't catch it, lost the grace. And when you find, the world crashing down. Don't try, don't cry, please drown. You'll never be found, that's what you want. Listen to the voices, look how they taunt, Your Mask.... They took off, and now you're broken. Your stuck paralyzed, frozen. And the whole world can see, What you didn't want to be. Exposed, naked, and bear. And here comes the first tear. Your Mask... Now that it's off, you don't need me. Now that you're free. I can see how it's going well for you. There's people that want to protect you. And they can do better than I ever could. Be happy like you should. Your Mask... Was me. |
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