THE MASK

THE MASK

it hides him,

he flees from his fears,

the fears that haunt his naïve mind.

the mask,

it hides him from his fear,

his undecided future.

and in doing so,

it is much like him,

much like his forgotten past.

but it is only half of a mask,

one part of a whole,

not all of him,

but that weary,

tired,

lonely part.

the mask,

it is much like him,

much like his forgotten past.

it clings to his face,

but falls when he is inattentive,

it falls with a clang to the floor,

it shatters,

breaking,

like his tired,

absent soul.

it is much like him,

much like his forgotten past.

and she sees it,

Catherine Bloom,

she sees past his façade,

she sees past him,

past the mask,

to see that it is much like him,

much like his forgotten past.

in battle he hides his self,

he hides from himself,

he becomes someone else.

he changes,

and the mask changes,

it was smiling before,

now it's crying.

it's crying for those that were lost,

for those that felt loss,

it is much like him,

much like his forgotten past.

he cries for attention,

for love,

for a soul to fill his,

for someone to replenish his empty heart.

he searches,

he longs to find himself,

to find his former life.

he eyes the half-mask,

and he discovers

that it is much like him,

much like his forgotten past.

for it is a part of a whole,

and it's missing the other half,

it wants the other half,

the mask wants itself

the way he wants himself.

and he longs for his other half,

like the mask,

he wants to be reeled back.

for the mask,

it is much like him,

much like his forgotten past.

he and his mask are alone,

yet together,

they have each other to hold,

each other to cling to,

each other to trust when they fall,

Trowa Barton and his mask,

they are almost the same.

his mask-

it is much like him,

much like his forgotten past.