The Mask



Why do I even try, 

to run and hide?

Do I think that salty tears

would not abide?

Why do I run from fear

and anger and hate?

Why do I run from my family

And the desire and fate?

I should stand up

And face it all, standing tall,

but the man in the mirror,

isn't me at all.

The boy that existed,

so pure and good,

has been corrupted,

And there I stood.

Looking in the mirror,

I see the people there.

The people that love me,

completely unaware,

that I have on a stone cold mask,

that I had placed upon my face.

It was a mask to camouflage and hide,

all my hate and disgrace.

It was just another book,

so deserted and cold.

It was just another chapter,

of another story untold

That damn boy in the mirror,

crying through the glass,

begging the lord

he would forget his past.

This mask formed;

from mothers and fathers alike,

from friends who betrayed me,

through my hate and spite,

through love and loss,

through a first secure kiss,

through a crazy mother

with the lack of love and bliss,

through a drunken father,

that drunk his life away late,

and through little brothers

I just wanted to hate.

Everything is spinning, 

and I cannot see

The boy laughs hysterically.

Can't he let me be?

How long must I suffer,

to have this thing absorbed on my face?

How long must I wait,

to see God's glory and grace?

Let me take this mask off, 

and just show my true form.

I'll see, in the mirror,

my smile, tender and warm.

I'll see my eyes sparkle

with no more blasted tears.

I'll see my  hands stop shaking,

and my bright red ears.

Now, I will tempt fate,

and take this cursed life away,

from my face, that haunts me,

day by day.

I feel my hand grab it,

to take it off, to see everything rearranged,

but now it is off

And NOTHING has changed.