Freedom From a Mask

I weep. Salt water, to cleanse my wounds. I scream. A vent, to ease my frustration. I pray. Hope, to center mind. I run. An escape, from my tensions. I write. I write. I write. To sort my mind and quell its fright. I sing. I sing. I sing. To bring my feelings into being. I laugh. I laugh. I laugh. At myself and my Emotion cast. Acting out the drama that's my mask. There's two shiny black ribbons, tied in a bow behind my head, Holding it firm, with fast stead. But on the ends of these ribbons, I take a firm hold, and pull, To the floor it falls. A shamed fool. Exposed. Freedom, to be a happy me.