When the mask is torn away

I do not change.

When you scream at my hellish features

I am not a different person.

If you catch the sight of my distorted face

I am still everything that I was before.

Do you believe that the truth is bitter?

Is honesty cheap?

Now that you know, do you feel cheated?

I am but a man

That you loved and called angel.

And now that you see my blinding

beastly

sickening

Face, am I a changed man?

Am I not your angel?

Why so horrified?

It isn't fair

Seeing people stroll down the streets

And kiss their lovers

And play

And talk

And think they are suffering.

All I want

Is to one day be able to walk down a street

Without a mask

Without cover

Or darkness

Or hiding.

You start to scream

And your cries pierce my heart.

For I thought you loved me.

But who could love me?

Who could love this face?

Nobody can see past this obstacle.

People will be people

And what I hate about them

Is that they are

Blind.

And cannot see beauty for it's true

Colors.

They will pick you apart and throw you down.

They will judge you

And hate you

And feed you to the sharks.

I thought you were different.

I thought you could see me

Me

ME.

Please love me for

Who I am.

Please, Christine

That IS

All

I

Ask

Of

You.

I love you.