The Mask
The mask that can't see
Looks up and stares at me
And as I look back in to its eyes
I know it can see past my lies
I grab it and throw it away
I don't want to deal with it to day
But when I try to go out the door
I run and pick it off the floor
Because in this world I need it to fit
I would be an outcast without it
I use it to trap part of my soul
But I know I can never be whole
Then I feel my blue flamed hate
I will not let this thing control my fate
Then I look at this thing of true sin
I can feel it fall apart from with in
The iron rim begins to rust
The glass face turns to dust
The weight is lifted off me
And now I am truly feel free
Copyright © Justin Rink | Year Posted 2007
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