Mask

Why do I wear this, over my face?
Why do I cover?  Who do I cover?
Why am I trapped in a whirlpool of terror….?
Along with others…...who never seem to quiver.
I wear a mask over my face
My heart cries for all that it sees
My face, my heart, my soul, my eyes….
I have several faces, which one is which?
 
I am sick of this place along with its people
But I just cannot escape.
With the horrors here, I cannot function
Unless I cover my face with a mask.
A…. mask…….
I cannot take it off, I don’t want to….
I don’t want to show my true self…
I just…. can’t.
 
Let me extend my hand and take more masks.
Let me put them on, one by one….
More faces, more covers, more darkness...
which one is the real me, and why, and how?
 
Lost…. I am……...terror.
 
I fall into the pit and it closes…...FOREVER.