• worldsinger 23w

    My masks

    Mask sworn not for fanfare or folly
    But as a way out
    A means of survival
    My purpose and my excuse
    I strive to fulfill them
    And blame them when I fail
    But still I wear them for fear of being different
    Tried once to peel off the masks
    But the world wasn't ready for truth
    Wore the mask of joy but that was cracked by a broken heart
    Wore the mask of hate but got to close to someone who didn't love back
    Wore the mask of isolation but soon discovered how impossible that is in a populated world
    Wore the mask of courage but that mask broke easily as well
    Then I found solace in my words
    And speak the truth behind yet another mask
    The mask of worldsinger