A/N: Mmm... poem.
This mask I wear, it is never fully removed
Only pushed aside a bit, letting people see a fragment of me
This mask I wear, it makes me act
It makes me become someone I'm not
It's that little bit of security that I just can't let go
My baby blanket, worn thin and much too small
It should be boxed away for good, only to be pulled out and smiled upon
It should be associated with ignorance
A piece of the past, a token of infancy
Remembered but not brought back
I'm living a masquerade, I can't seem to stop
I want to escape it, to run and find myself
But I can't handle being without it--
My mask.
I want to be liked, loved, wanted, needed
I want these things to come easily
I fight for both sides, masked and unmasked
I am a traitor to myself and the fraud--
That mask.
The disguise, unlike the blanket, is no comfort
I don't want it to cover me, I want to show through
I just can't face the evils, the mocking, the uncertainty
"I am human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does."
I have removed this mask before
But insecurity crept back, melting away any confidence
Confidence that I had worked so hard to gain
Revealed I become strange
It scares people off; they never return
I want to be innocent and ignorant to the hate
I don't want to hear the rumors, the gossip
I can't banish the thought of them being spread about me
I am beautiful, honest, trustworthy, and amusing
But the mask hides all, both good traits and bad
It cannot determine the difference between the two
A mask masks all, both respectable and appalling
With a mask I cannot win
Without it, I don't believe I can.