This mask is too tight,
I can't seem to get it off.
I put it on so long ago,
I never thought it'd get stuck.
It's been so long I can't remember,
I can't remember what I look like.
All I've known for so long is the mask.
But I've always fit the mask so well,
I can't seem to pull it off of me.
I put it on so long ago.
I put it on too tight.
It's form-fitted to me now...
Can anyone help me rip it off?
Please...
I'm begging...

I know that things
are tough right now,
you want to be a turtle
and hide in your shell,
make like a carpenter,
And build up your walls,
become a caterpillar,
and cocoon from the world,
in hopes you'll sleep,
a sleep like death
until you see a different tomorrow.

But what you dont understand
is on that day I said I love you
I made a commitment.

That i'd
knock
knock
knock
on the shell,
until you are aggrivated enough
to peek back out,
even if it means
you reply with a snap and bite.

because at least you will
show emotion again.

That i'd be like a storm,
and break down the walls,
to lead you out of the box,
and back to the sun light,
even if it means
you'll want to beat
my heart up with a hammer.

because at least then
your heart will be working again.

That i'd come across your cocoon and kiss you awake,
to show you the beauty
of life once more,
Even if it means you *****
me from your life.

Because at least then
you will be alive again.

On that day I said I love you,
I made a commitment,
to you and myself,
that even when things
got to their worst,
i wouldnt leave you alone,

even if you hate me,
even if you hate the world,
even if the world hates you.
I will always love you.

Is it all the way downhill from here?
Will there ever be a climb;
A challenge that would be fair?
A struggle worth my time.

Did I miss a path that diverged in the woods?
That could have made all the difference?
Or did they pull it over my eyes, the hood
That blinded my sight, steering clear of all the hindrance.

They herded me past those forks
The ride was convenient, all luxury it seemed.
.
.
.
(incomplete)

She comes and goes like,
A brief wind,
In a blustery storm,
dark clouds, and lightning surround,
but here in the eye,
her wind blows quick,
and then out.

And she is gone again.
Hopefully this time,
Never to be found.

She says "I love you"
like it is a question,
like she's asking
"Do you love me too?"

She considers hesitation
as a clear indication
that his answer is
"Not anymore."