My Mask
A/N: A guy named Jason asked if he could use one of my poems on his website. I'm sorry Jason, but I wasn't allowed to E-mail you. Of course you can use it!!! I feel so spishul that you even asked! For further reference, if anyone wants to use my poems you're allowed and I won't sue as long as you give me credit for it. I'm telling you now because I'm not allowed to E-mail people I don't know personally and I'd have no way to contact you to give you my permission. Oh, and if you do use one, tell me in a review with your website address, I'd like to know about it.
I've painted myself a mask,
That is the Marco people see.
What's underneath that mask,
Is the opposite of what's "me".
So many layers of sadness,
Underneath my funnyman guise.
The only way to see me,
Is through the holes cut for my eyes.
I've tried to mask those too,
But it's harder than it seems.
You can't mask the windows to your soul,
Even with a sarcastic gleam.
I've seen too many battles,
Each with a terrible cost.
With every creature that dies by my hand,
A piece of my soul I've lost.
With every lost piece of soul,
I add another layer.
'Till finally the mask caves in,
For it's become too heavy to wear.
What happens when my mask caves in?
Will I become a soulless, empty shadow?
A shadow of what I'd once been,
A happy child ignorant of fear or battle.
Would my mother love me still?
If I took this mask off my face?
Would she love the war-scarred man?
That has taken her little boy's place?
And what of my friends?
My fellow warriors of Earth.
Would they still look at me without disgust?
If they could see all the pain, sadness and hurt?
I can't answer these questions myself,
Yet I'm afraid to ask.
So until the day it caves in,
I will wear m mask.