the mask
THE MASK
i hide behind a mask of formality
of which it confines the constrains of which no emotion is allowed to be shown for even a single tear will earn me scorn of which there is no end
the mask is my prison i alone reside there in its empty abyss where no light shines in long have i worn the mask afraid to show who truly wear is behind this that i wear for not even i know who is behind this makes anymore i long have i forgotten my own reflection in the mirror there it give me reason not to take the mask off for fear i will not like what i see in the mirror and thus the mirror is also my prison as well i don't know if i shall ever be able to take off such a prison for i have grown accustomed to it and now afraid of the light and the fresh air ! until such a time that i am set free by loves hand and even as such i do not know how i will fair out in the sun for the mask was all I've ever known.
i hide behind a mask of formality
of which it confines the constrains of which no emotion is allowed to be shown for even a single tear will earn me scorn of which there is no end
the mask is my prison i alone reside there in its empty abyss where no light shines in long have i worn the mask afraid to show who truly wear is behind this that i wear for not even i know who is behind this makes anymore i long have i forgotten my own reflection in the mirror there it give me reason not to take the mask off for fear i will not like what i see in the mirror and thus the mirror is also my prison as well i don't know if i shall ever be able to take off such a prison for i have grown accustomed to it and now afraid of the light and the fresh air ! until such a time that i am set free by loves hand and even as such i do not know how i will fair out in the sun for the mask was all I've ever known.
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