Mask
The mask he wore was a divide
Between him and those around
A face he didn't have to hide
A face that had no crown
That which was hiding underneath
He wore with pride and heartache
But what was once worn a clever sheath
Become much more than fake
He found that what was hidden below
Was more and more the lie
The mask's personality began to grow
And with it, feelings he couldn't deny
She was the reason his face was wrong
Why his mask was becoming right
Why his feeling were so strong
And why he fought with all his might
And when she finally knew
What he had hidden under
With a careful finger, she drew
An outline laced with wonder
The scar of pride and heartache
The enemy hidden underneath
The prince he knew to be a fake
The mask that was a sheath
And her eyes lit with satisfaction
And her lips were a greeting of consent
And his face had lost no attraction
And at last, he was content
Reviews? Please? –smile-
If you want to know more, go read my Zutara/Bluetara fanfic When the Mask Comes Off.