What I Wear

Of course I’m fine, why do you ask? Oh don’t mind this, it’s just my mask. It hides the grief , it hides the strife. I wear my mask to escape the knife. Don’t forget this, my pain is real. I’m not lying, this is how I feel. You sit there saying it can’t be true, But it is for me, just not for you. You say my heart must be a sight, Cold as ice, black as night. It’s not my heart, only my soul, But killing me must then be your goal. You’re getting close, I hope you know, You really don't have far to go. Soon enough I’ll reach my end, You’ll have my soul to tear and rend. But you don’t know, you never ask, You never look beyond the mask. Now the look on my face is giving me away, I wonder now, what will you say? You’ve asked me here, you’ll know now I’ll take it off, I’ll take a bow. Of course I’m fine, why do you ask? Oh, don't mind this, it’s just my mask.