Mask
By Thequietkid
Bolt the doors, bar the windows.
Stand firm, do not dwindle.
Guard the door day and night,
Don’t come in here, it will give you a fright!
Lock and load, aim down the sight,
Hold back the ghosts till the sun burns bright.
I made a mask to hide my face,
I thought it would stop there but it became a base,
It came alive, grew roots in my skull.
I went outside to find a shovel,
To dig a grave deeper and deeper,
And bury the mask saying “see ya later”
But then at night I walk outside crying “come back I need you”
I leave the house to follow my dreams,
But inside i’m crying tears of rivers and streams (the voices shiver and scream).
I look in a puddle and what do I see?
I see a face that just wants to scream!
……
Where’s my mask gone? (They see your face!)
I can’t stay here, (you’re a disgrace!)
gotta run, (stop wasting space!)
Don’t look at me! (You can’t change, it’s too late!)
Bolt the doors, bar the windows.
Stand firm, do not dwindle.
Guarding the door day and night,
Don’t come in here, it will give you a fright!
Lock and load, aim down the sight,
Hold back the ghosts till the sun burns bright.
Back to my room with the door locked.
Coming in here? I THINK NOT!
Draw the curtains closed. I need time to think.
How can I carry on in this boat when it might sink
To the bottom of the ocean where I cant breathe,
Silently screaming “come and help me”.
The paddle snapped as it fought against the waves.
Day and night I drift further away from land,
I used to hate it, but now I’m gone I miss the sand.
I’ve had enough of this.
I have to put an end to this before it puts an end to me.
I don’t know how to tell people so I hold it inside,
But the longer I hold it in, the end is no in sight,
So I write and I cry and I draw and I die inside hoping someone will see this and realise I’m not alright.
With each step I take the paint begins to peel,
Revealing the real me that can no longer feel,
I’ve worn this mask for so long my face is numb,
And now that I can see again, I’m feeling kinda dumb.
I’m not the only one holding this pain inside.
I’m not the only one who is dead inside.
My soles become heavy,
My steps are slow and steady.
I’m stuck…
Bolt the doors, bar the windows.
Stand firm, do not dwindle.
Guarding the door day and night,
Don’t come in here, it will give you a fright!
Lock and load, aim down the sight,
Hold back the ghosts till the sun burns bright.
This chain is stretched to the end,
My will won’t break but it might bend.
Cogs turn and grind, I’m fighting against the machine.
I’ll be defiant to the end,
I will not give in,
But what if the end is now?
It’s not the end……it can’t be.
I can stay strong…..
But it’s calling to me..
This mask…it’s looking a little broken…
We should fix it.
It could use an extra layer,
Maybe a bigger smile,
If I take care of the mask, the mask will take care of me.
