The Mask

The mask.... The mask I wear from day to day, has no fears, no sadness, no tears. A simple smile, bright eyed child. A face with no tomorrow. An altered voice with no regrets, no self pitty, not one sad memory. Its bravey, its honor, and comes with an altered state of mind. Something that I wear from time to time. I hide behind a mask, a sherade, a nice and sociable ID. For me its much easier to continue to live a lie. Instead of hurting others, and giving in to my own personal cry. I often get confussed by the people who attemp to judge me. "That fun loveing, free human being" but little do they know....its not me. The mask I wear protects the world, from what they are to afraid to see.