Masks
The different masks I wear
Everyday it's something different
Some days I wear masks of shame
For things I did and myself is to blame
I am hidden in a collage
A collage of different emotions
What do you see?
Is it real or a maurage?
Can you find me? The real me!
I bet you can't
So I force myself to see
I am not the person you want me to be
I am my own person
So you place the liars mask upon me
To make me seem
As I am in your possession
But I only own myself
I am an obsession
An obsession of many faces
Many faces to match different places
Differnt places sacred from thine eyes
And where the box that holds the masks...
It has unlengthed sides
But I also bare my own masks
Masks to achieve my different tasks
But I often wonder, why do I wear them?
I don't have a choice
I can't speak
Because to them I have no voice
Copyright © Ashley Debardlabon | Year Posted 2006
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