there is a reason for pretending
behind a fake name
a fake smile
It's all the same

Because pretending
you're not the same
as the life you lead
or the blood you bleed
even the truths you freed

Because all others see

is what you don't want them to

what they don't know about you

what they envision in their own mind

as you hide behind

The Mask

crafted by a scarred hand
hiding wrinkles on a face
that laughed a lot
less frowns that were attributed
to those happy lines
There was a time
one time
that the mask slipped
and colours dipped
and slowed
Life ebbed and flowed
and each i was dotted
and each t was crossed
and we connected
like cursive script
but we forget
That the mask kept everything
disconnected

I took off the mask

*and wrecked it