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Masked Man
Your face
its a stage
and happiness is all the rage
So you let it play
molded with clay
day after day
All of it hidden away
all the sadness
and all the rage
the self loathing and the pain
But there's a flaw
your mask can't cover it all
You've been betrayed
a window to the soul
your eyes tell so much more
I look through
in order to see you
You without the play
because one day
I hope you say
"There is no stage
its gone
and I'm done.
Done with it all
May God hold me tall
so that I cannot fall
Never again
will I be the masked man."
9/27/12
Good, not that much rage in
Good, not that much rage in there but definitely a quiet rumble steadying and settling on hope. Still a good solid write! Cheers SS
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Hmmm....
Hmmm.....