Masks

by Melodic Masterpiece

When you've been supporting masks and facades for as long as Light has, it becomes hard to tell between the masks and the real person behind them. Poem.

AN: Hmm. This sort of goes with Light, so here you go. Since it's 'sort of' related to Death Note, that means I have to 'sort of' write a disclaimer too, don't I? Haha.

Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note. Drat. o.o

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Masks

They pour out so easily,

One right after the other.

I cannot stop them anymore,

And seriously, why bother?

Yes, I know they are fake,

But what exactly is real?

They will not go away

Until I know what I feel.

But that knowledge is gone

And has been for years.

So now everything's a mask:

My love, my laughter, my tears.

So who am I, you ask?

Ah, I wish I knew.

Alas, that is neither available

To me, nor you.

You cannot erase the masks.

That would leave a zombie in place.

And I prefer the fake happiness

Over apathy on my face.

Yes, all that is left of me

When I put my masks away at night:

Apathy, indifference, bordom,

Making life seem trivial and trite.

But you mustn't know that,

So I keep my facade going strong.

And as far as you know,

This is who I've been all along.