Masks

A mask is a thing hard to take off
Once it’s settled down deep in your soul
Who knows what will happen
When you tear off the lies you have worn

But a mask is a thing most needed
Its lies let you stand proud and tall
The you underneath is nothing at all
Its worthlessness never can show

A mask is a thing of great weight
Day by day it burdens you down
It builds walls to hide you from pain
And makes you always alone

A mask is a thing of great crafting
Each facet designed with much care
It holds all you wish you are or could be
And saves you from your own self

So a mask is a thing of evil
Its goodness outweighed by its bad
It gives friends and then takes them away
A lie cannot truly be loved

But a mask has smooth worn-out edges
And the mask is now one with your soul
As you struggle you start to think slowly
"Perhaps I and my mask are one self."