My Mask

I wrote this when I found out that my ex wasnt sure of what I was like, cuz im a pretty shy person unless I dont know you

My mask that you see           is totally nothing like what is truely there.

My mask that everyone sees,

is one that is happy.

 

My true mask is

that of no one that can see.

My true mask is

that of a true love dying in my arms.

 

My mask that only I can see

is that of something

I wish that wouldn't be.

 

My mask, which no one will see,

can no longer change,

because of what has been done to me.

 

My mask shows me,

but no one else,

my true feelings.

 

What my mask doesn't show,

is that of me

breaking down, and crying.

 

Which means

my mask doesn't show you

that I can't live without you.

 

My mask shows only me

of what pain and suffering

you have put me throught these last few months.

 

I only use my mask

when I'm around you and my friends.

When I'm alone,

you don't want to see me.

 

My mask doesn't show you

what you should really see.

Because my mask,

and my strength must be stronger than you ever thought of.

 

So these are my last words.

If you ever want to say your sorry for what you did,

and you want to see that face behind the mask.

You better say it soon,

before the mask,

just breaks away by itself.