Life death and sorrow is all that remains.
Who am I to you?
A nameless person behind a mask.
I laugh. I sing. I cry.
Hoping to see what the new days will pry.
When I get home I take off the mask
A ****** mess-an impossible task.
You say you want to see who I truly am.
Well I'm a person who is left in a crowd
naturally unseen, captivated in some concealed
prison.
I'm not sure you want to see
the person who is inside me
The person who wants to hurt you
by hurting me.
What am I? You may ask.
A demon, a death wish.
Now which do you really like?
Myself or the mask