The Mask

by KillMeAlways

A poem about what goes on inside Jade's head. Jade-centric, kind of Bade at the end, depending on how you look at it. I originally wrote it about me personally, but it fits Jade, so tell me what you think.

I originally wrote this about myself, but I figured it would fit Jade was well, so tell me what you think.

To prevent myself from being hurt,

I build a wall around my heart and head.

Everyone sees mean, bitter me.

But I wear that mask

so no one will dare to want to enter my life.

Sometimes I curse myself

for how well that mask works,

but most days,

I feel relief;

I'm in complete control.

They're scared of me,

and I like it that way,

but at times I feel this indescribable emptiness.

Most people can't even look passed

the black clothes, the dark nail polish, and the skull shoes,

but when they do,

they see this mean girl who doesn't understand

life,

love,

happiness.

But I do.

Oh, I really do.

You just can't see behind the mask.