Masked Figure

I’m fallin into this sunken place, you wouldn’t know it because you see this smile on my face. I bring the vibes that fills everyone in the room with cheer yet internally I’m bounded by the chains of my demons that instilled the true foundation of my fears.

Never let the world see me weep, so inadvertently I take away the chance of someone being my escape when my demons invade my mind and start to creep. Blinded by my strides and so eager to flood me with congratulations those around me believe I’m striving at one of my highest peaks, but I’m dying for someone to notice behind the smiles and achievements my knees are getting weak.

This mic is my therapy, my pen and my voice keeps me from being lost behind the mask of the author, artist, activist and poet, it portrays the message that im more than my crafts and talents to those who didn’t know it.

I’m used to being misunderstood, I’d grant you a doorway to walk through my mind to gain the understandings if I could. So when I speak I just ask that you listen, your preconceived perceptions you can keep ‘em, just bring your ears and hear me out as I spew out my demons, aspirations and fears, allow me to paint the picture that behind my smile it’s a whole lot of bloodshed and tears.

Your love for the mask is a gift with the high potential to carry the weight of a curse, I just pray the world remembers the face under it before the time comes where I’m in a hearse.