Mask

Of course I’m fine, why do you ask?
Oh don’t mind this, it’s just my mask.
It hides the grief, it hides the strife,
I wear this mask, to escape the knife.

Don’t forget this, my pain is real,
I’m not lying, this is how I feel.
You sit there saying, it can’t be true,
it is for me, just not for you.

You say my heart, must be a sight,
cold as ice, and black as night.
It’s not my heart, only my soul,
but killing me, must be your goal.

You’re getting close, I hope you know,
you really don’t, have far to go.
Soon enough, I’ll reach my end,
you’ll have my soul, to tear and rend.

But you don’t know, you never ask,
you never look, beyond the mask.
The look on my face, is giving me away,
I wonder now, what you will say?

You’ve asked me here, you’ll know now,
I’ll take it off, I’ll take a bow…
I can’t do it now, tell you the truth,
I must keep up, my pretense of youth.

“Of course I’m fine, why do you ask?
Oh don’t mind this, it’s just my mask”

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