Masks come in all deferent shapes and sizes. The mask all of us where is the mask of lies. We hide who we are so we wont have to show our scars. We are afraid to show a single flaw to the world. When someone looks at you what do they see? A normal kid. Who’s in the mask? A trapped soul screaming to be let out. Do we let out the monster behind the mask? No. We don’t. We don’t even dare think about it. “What would every one think if I showed my true colors? Everyone would think I was a freak.” well, so what if you’re different? If someone has a problem with it., screw them! They aren’t worth impressing. If you cant be yourself around them, then why try for them? When you die, who will be there at your funeral? Will there be a red rose for you from a secret lover or will every one there drop black roses? This is something I thought up, I hope you like it:
There is a funeral today in the cemetery.
One boy, dead from his own hand.
Who is there? No one. Who would care?
He was the boy in the back of the room.
He was the boy no one knew.
He was un known. And unloved.
There are no roses for the shallow unmarked grave.
There is just a boy in a box.
He is un known, and unloved.
I looked in the mirror this morning and asked,” are the boy, or the mask? Which are you? The person? Or are you just wearing a mask?
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