Writer's Companion

Writer's Companion

Saturday, 18 August 2012

My Mask

My Mask

See this mask that I put on?
The one to hide my face,
The one that no-one else can see,
Resigned behind my fate.
It's a clown mask that you see,
With big red nose and huge wide smile,
I put it on and tie it up,
And hide behind it for a while.
If I smile and if I laugh then no one else can see,
That the one who hides behind the mask,
Is the real me.
A tiny child alone and scared,
Who bares the scars of youth,
The one alone and sad inside,
Because no-one would see the truth.
So forgive me if my mask should slip,
And my tears you will find,
It is me that you will see,
As blood red tears cloud my mind.
But as I grow and become old,
I see the world for what it is,
We are alone and oh so cold,
No warmth found in the kiss.
The mask is there for all to see,
And I will wear it still,
Because I just don't know,
Any other way to be.

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