Mask


My throat hoarse but I can't scream anymore,

My fists bloodied against this damned floor,

But my mask is still safe,

I still have my own place,

It cracks and it shatters,

My feelings don't even matter,

Tears becoming blood,

I was never truly loved,

Piece by piece it falls,

Staining crimson on these walls,

My mask I worked so hard to seal,

Now being ripped and pealed,

I can't hide myself any longer,

Demons becoming my very own stalkers,

My place I worked so hard for,

Now a field of war.

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