Sometimes I wish I had the voice to speak out to the people,
the will to let my actions flow from me,
to let my actions take me to new world,
but I only paradox my thoughts.

To think of the song "Somewhere Over The Rainbow,"
once I become the being some will love,
instead of leaving me behind as an abandoned phantasm,
repressing my feeling of desertification of the creativity,
fooling it to think it is purification,
when in reality I am nothing,
when I sometimes think I can succeed I just fall when things become an obstacle,
a brick wall my mallet can not collapse.

I like to wear the masks,
to hide my failure from everyone else tricking them into,
thinking I am just being foolish as I really make them to show my,
horrendous persona,
the monster you have all repressed for so long I am.

You scrunch your nose at my masks smile compared to the cannibal,
that lives in the alleyway waiting to jump at the prey as he prays,
to be the predator he once was.
My mask can relate to him,
as I watch the "Happy little bluebirds fly, over the rainbow,"
when I am naught.