Mask Of Pain.
The mask of pain
Dark and ornate
I used to wear
I used to hate
The mask of pain
Falls from my face
Nothing left
But the imprint of lace
The mask of pain
Pressure on my skin
Now it's gone
I feel nothing again
The mask of pain
Absent when I see
My estranged reflection
Am I still me?
Dark and ornate
I used to wear
I used to hate
The mask of pain
Falls from my face
Nothing left
But the imprint of lace
The mask of pain
Pressure on my skin
Now it's gone
I feel nothing again
The mask of pain
Absent when I see
My estranged reflection
Am I still me?
♠ ♠ ♠
First of two poems about the same subject, but each a bit different.